Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
– Robert Browning
I am royally sick of living in the American West! Just when I figure out what on earth the weather is doing, WHOMP! We get slapped with a snow storm, dust and pollution atmospheric covering, heat wave, cold front, or some really horrid combination of the four. I am so tired of pulling out sweaters and coats after packing them away (again). I am thoroughly over days and days of climbing temperatures, only to wake up having to scrape snow off the car.
Living in the West seems to equal extremes. It’s either blazing hot or as cold as Dante’s hell. There is very little in between and the transitional seasons are completely lost in the shuffle (which is a great tragedy, in my opinion, as Spring is so refreshing and necessary and Fall is a radiant symphony of beauty).
Someday I will live in a place where each season takes up as close to a full quarter of a year as possible. And if it’s England, where it’s still green even in the winter in spite of snow, so much the better. I am SO ready for GREEN again…
I feel as if I should point at out that until just about an hour ago the skies were a gorgeous blue, the clouds were fluffly and white and moving along at a brisk pace as a cool breeze meandered through the sky, and the sun was out.
“Winter is a ball hog. It’s time to warm the bench and let Spring play a bit.”
I make this same error every year: sometime around mid-February we get a week of warmer temperatures and sun instead of thick, low-hanging clouds, and I will invariably mistake this for the early signs of Spring.
I’ll start gleefully stripping my closet of turtlenecks, sweaters, and wool trousers and putting them in plastic tubs for storage. I’ll shun hot chocolate and tea and valiantly start drinking lemonade. I’ll start sporting brightly colored shirts and colorful accessories. I’ll shave my legs with more enthusiasm than I’ve done in months!
However, immediately after one (foolishly) locks the last of one’s winter gear away, the snow clouds roll back in and one has to snag a cardi from home on one’s lunch break because the temperature has dropped. It’s been snowy and gray all day and I’m in a strop. See here and here for last year’s thoughts on the subject.
Admittedly, it’s been an irregular winter to begin with. Here I’ve sat (mostly) high and dry in the Rocky Mountains while two nasty snowstorms have walloped the East coast. Where’s the logic?
“It is a difficult thing to do, to stop being a full-speed-ahead student and settle into the more mundane life of a working woman. Suddenly you find yourself no longer super stimulated, intellectually, or running 100 mph, 24/7.
It’s very hard to get into the swing of mundane things, and find satisfaction in them. Learning to love the simple things in life is a art form. It takes a change of mental attitude and a lot of practice in order to go slow and enjoy the ride. Instead, we tend to want to fill up our days with things that stimulate, but don’t really feed our needs. Burnout is the inevitable result.
Do get your exercise and healthy food, do go to bed earlier, do say ‘no’ to things, but ‘yes’ to fun, and do let me know if you want me to buy you a light box.”
Funny how mother’s just get things, huh? Like winter funks and the contributing factors. And how they immediately either make you feel better or know what to suggest that will. Hope I’m this wise when I’ve got my own spawn to raise!
I’m lucky to have lots of mother figures in my life so here’s a happy birthday to the newest but by no means least, my wonderful Mother-in-Law Darling tomorrow! I’m lucky to be able to share my families (all of them) with you!
“You know when you take a puppy to the vet, and it get poked and prodded for hours, and when you get it home it’s drained, exhausted, and loopy for days? That’s you right now.”
Winter has been rough for me this year. My theory is that the lack of sunlight (which by itself doesn’t really bug me, seeing as I like rainy, cloudy, and cold weather just fine) combining with birth control hormones for the first time during the dark half of the year has congealed into a perfect cocktail of winter doldrums.
All I want to do is hibernate. Even if, in spite of the ridiculous things that wake me up occasionally, I get a full night’s rest, I wake up exhausted every day and completely lacking the will to do anything. For a week now I’ve hauled myself out of bed mere minutes before we have to dash out the door to work/school. There’s been a pile of clean clothes sitting on my floor for days because I just can’t muster the strength to sort and store them (sorry, Mum!). We got these great electric toothbrushes for Christmas from J.’s parents which took some getting used to (i.e. splattering the mirror) which I haven’t dealt with in a week. And nature might abhor a vacuum, but not as much as me!
This isn’t just run of the mill laziness and I’ve never been this affected by a season before. I’m in a right dirty winter funk!