Winter Blues or January Blahs?
Photo by J. Harrington
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We suspect that it's a case of the "Winter Blues" that we suffer from. This being Minnesota, Spring doesn't actually begin with either the meteorological (March 1) or the astronomical (March 19) start dates. We may still be getting "unseasonable" snowfalls well into April (see below).
early April 2018
Photo by J. Harrington
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taking down the Christmas tree
Photo by J. Harrington
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The next couple or three months will focus on counting the days until Spring; organizing stacks of books and magazines that have gotten out of hand; organizing paperwork for tax filing; baking artisan sourdough bread; and, rewarding accomplishments in the first three categories by playing with and organizing fly-fishing stuff (that's a technical term).
We hope your Winter has a minimum of blahs and blues and a maximum of warmth and joy.
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today's a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave the truth untested still.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
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Please be kind to each other while you can.
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