Is it winter? Is it not?
Is it cold? Is it hot?
The two-headed Janus knows not.
Where I live unseasonable warming trends often occur in January, and when the month keeps its “box” open-ended long enough, some things in the garden are duped into thinking it’s time to get going. If the lie that spring is upon us continues on into February, that month as well is made a partner in the deceiving treachery. Then when the wintry weather falls back into place and worsens, as it nearly always does, the new growth is the innocent victim of the two traitorous libertines. Such is exactly what happened last year when they were finally exposed as the charlatans they were by a mid-February ice storm. After weeks of mild weather, frigid rain descended from a whitish cloud cover blown in on arctic winds. As the temperatures fell from the 70’s and 80’s to well below the freezing mark and everything became encapsulated in tombs of ice, an almost audible death knell sounded. For days the sun was unable to burn a hole in the clouds, and while the storm’s icy bite endured, the birds who over winter in my yard were, if visible at all, seen only in the mornings. When they were present, I’d see them huddled close to their birdhouses or in the bay tree or azaleas near the house, but by afternoon they’d have disappeared completely into the day’s dismal gloom. Neither did I see any of my neighbors nor the squirrels who’d been so busy as of late, and that collective absence of life forms led to a disturbing sense of aloneness that I did not like at all.
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, until the destroying storms pass by. Psalm 57:1 ✝
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Short sleeves worn today spending the day cleaning up the yard, trimming away the dead masses from all the potted herbs and perennials, cutting back the liriope …there was even the scent of “warmth” in the air—a new front barrels in tomorrow with the next 4 days not getting out of the 30’s—o wicked temptress which toys with my delicate state — Better watch those squirrels, they know…
hugs Natalie–I’m ready to get out and get busy—sadly, the waiting game continues!!
I had on shorts yesterday too, but we will be colder today as well, but sadly no snow or rain for us. That wicked temptress toys with my delicate state as well because there is lots to do outside and though the spirit is willing the flesh betrays me. Stay warm, Cookie, and I hope you have a good day. Spring is less than two months away. Hugs and blessings my sweet friend. Natalie 🙂
Das Bild ist wunderschön,liebe Grüße und einen schönen Tag.Gislinde
Danke, Gislinde. Ich bin froh, dass Sie meinen Beitrag gefallen hat. Haben Sie einen gesegneten Tag. Natalie 🙂