QUIVER N QUIBBLE
Okay, enough with the cold and wind and rain and sleet and never-ending winter weather. The ap on my phone lies to me every day, and those cheerful weather reporters have become really irritating. Here in New England, our temperature readings may be normal for this time of year, but the wind never lets up. As a result, being outside can be oddly unpleasant. Walking in the warm sun while your face turns to ice, is just wrong on so many levels.
I know we shall eventually have some semblance of spring. It will arrive to cheer us onward toward the debilitating heat of summer. However, in the interim I stand next to my patio window, soak up the passing sunshine, and look at the wasteland that is my back garden. My once bright little clump of crocus has wasted away into a small splash of purple in an otherwise grey/brown landscape. I offer condolences to the valiant blossoms who brought a flash of spring color before taking a hit from the arctic wind. As I feed and water my house plants, I tell them Mother Nature is just in a bad mood, and will eventually forgive us our sins. Although, she has been in a really foul mood for quite some time now, which I find a tad bit worrisome.
But standing by the window, while the Rabbit Foot Fern and the Bird Foot Ivy dance in the sunshine next to me, I tell myself the long days of spring will eventually overcome the chilly polar winds. Someday soon the warm air will coax my shivering garden from the stranglehold of winter, and the Echinacea, Sweet Woodruff, Snowdrops, Maiden Hair Fern, and wild Anemones, will once again appear from Mother Nature’s beautiful, magical bag of tricks. My dogwood will bloom, and the truly amazing gloriousity of spring will arrive. And then of course … oh joy … I shall need to get busy outside, weeding and clearing and fussing about, setting up the hoses, cleaning the patio furniture, and sweeping away the dust of winter. And just for a while I shall not even mind the ants and the gnats, and the wasps, because I know they too are part of the rhythm of my garden. Can’t wait. I’ll see you out there.
8 Replies to “QUIVER N QUIBBLE”
So different here, of course. We could certainly use some rain. I still miss the four seasons, though, and probably always will.
You are welcome to some of our weather. Woke up to chilly fog today. But at least we are working our way out of drought conditions.
Dear Connie,
How chilling your latest epistle is (ho ho ho!)
Your weather forecasting problems, methinks from this side of the great Atlantic, could be twofold. Firstly, you Americans keep leaving out vital letters in assorted words. For example – how on earth do you expect any Spring flowers to bloom when you leave our the ‘u’ in COLOUR? Secondly, I am not au fait with a lot of computery stuff, but I DO know that an APP has to be spelled with TWO ‘ps’, or they just won’t function properly. (Phonetically, that is ‘two pees’ rather than one…And personally
these days, whether in cold weather or not, I need to take many pees per day.). Now, thirdly – because things come in threes, and that’s just that – you are irritated by the cheery weather men/women/whatevers? That surely has to stem from them being AI projections onto blue screen backgrounds. In your current political climate, there is neither ‘Climate Change’ nor Bad Weather Newz allowed. (Yes, that IZ an accidental misstype-turned wittily intentional ‘z’ at the end of news/z . Pronounced ‘ZED’ rather than ‘ZEE’ – which you’ll no doubt recall from your design spell in the UK – and which
again is adding to American woez because ‘ZEE’ simply does not even ZOUND like a last letter in an alphabet.)
As we Irish seem – in the current minute – to be almost in favour with your administrashun (yup, another intentional missspelling) I am hoping my free advice above will not be met with a very hefty tariff.
All the bezt, as allwaze, my delightful, talented, witty friend, of the U ESS AY.
Rosalind xxx
Ooooopz…alarmingly…just spotted on re-reading the above, once posted. Goshdarnit! A ruddy ‘typo’ within the third sentence in my missive on spellings!
That’ll ‘larn me’ for being acerbic about your American zpellings. Rxx
Ah yesz, zee spelling izz so odd, izz it not?
Nice to hear from you
Rxxxx
One of Murphy’s Laws; “Mother Nature is a bitch.” There are soooo many “laws” which now seem to fall within the “Murphian Theory.” I could not find the official number, but I believe this is one of the original, as high as #8.
Who knew that Mother Nature could succumb to the lure of competitive reality?