Sunday, January 19, 2025

Chilly outlook for the future?

The temperature probably won’t get above zero before the day after tomorrow. Then flurries are in the forecast for Wednesday. We’re paying a steep price for a little sunshine and blue skies but it’s not as bad as it was in 2019 when we hit -31 at the end of January. Getting back to seasonal highs in the low twenties gives us something to look forward to. I know, I don’t believe I just wrote that either. Spring equinox is still two months from tomorrow. Sigh!

We’ve not yet heard any spring calls from the chick-a-dees or cardinals. Maybe when this cold snap lets go? On a brighter note, the tulips in the “Spring Morning” forced bulb garden the Better Half gave me for Christmas are beginning to bloom. That and the other flowers will help perk me up until the real Spring thing is here.

last January's forced bulb garden
last January's forced bulb garden
Photo by J. Harrington

We’re planning on a tv-less Monday tomorrow except for weather reports and, possibly, updates on the latest madness at the Minnesota legislature. It seems that, both locally and nationally, politicians are determined to prove the validity of Churchill’s observation:

‘No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.…’

Winston S Churchill, 11 November 1947

Another bit of good news, at least for me, is that the Daughter Person is now baking her own version oof one of my all-time favorite cookies, white chocolate and cranberries. I’m rationing my consumption to keep from exploding my blood sugar levels, but it’s hard!

This is about the time of year when bear cubs are born while mom is still hibernating. If humans were actually as smart as we like to believe we are, hibernation is a skill we would have acquired long ago.


Furry Bear

If I were a bear, 
   And a big bear too, 
I shouldn’t much care 
   If it froze or snew; 
I shouldn’t much mind 
   If it snowed or friz— 
I’d be all fur-lined 
   With a coat like his! 

For I’d have fur boots and a brown fur wrap, 
And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap. 
I’d have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws, 
And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws. 
With a big brown furry-down up to my head, 
I’d sleep all the winter in a big fur bed. 



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