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Yesterday was the first day of spring. Although the weather has been warmer and much of the snow has melted, my body does not recognize that spring has arrived. Spring is something I have felt very deeply since I was a small child. The feeling is impossible to describe other than to say it is a stirring and a joy. My body does not recognize the season yet as spring. Monday the sun shone brightly out of a blue sky. The sidewalks are once again clear allowing the freedom to walk, and walk I did. The perfect excuse presented itself in the form of borrowed items from the local library, CDs. Our library is closed Mondays, but no matter, the drop box is always open for returns. Along the way, in one well tended garden, a small cluster of Snowdrops struggled and bloomed in the surrounding snow. The strength of the sun has beckoned them forth despite the temperature and the snow cover. Now, if only the strength of the sun could stir my ambition and get me out for my walks with the regularity I had achieved last fall. Tuesday the sky was bright but not blue. Thin clouds iced the sky as freezing temperatures slowly rose. The squirrels and birds in our back yard seemed not to mind the cold. They appeared intent on their foraging of the well-gleaned landscape. As the snow retreats, new sources of food present themselves.
Attila and "The Teenager" both had trouble getting started this morning. Attila's alarm clock inexplicably failed and "The Teenager" did not set hers. I am in the unfortunate position of waking bright and early each morning without an alarm, and so was able to rouse each of them in good time. Waking early in the morning, each and every day, is both a blessing and a curse. Morning is a lovely time of day and I enjoy it very much. However, if up late into the evening, I do not sleep longer in the morning to compensate. Therefore, a series of late nights result in a sleep deficit and insomnia ensues. This inability to sleep-in seems to be an unusual characteristic, as I have not encountered anyone with similar sleep rhythms. I attribute it to growing up on a farm, where one arises daily with or before the light.
Our company left this evening; Steve Paul wound up his traveling minstrel show and headed for home. It has been a real pleasure to have him here. There has been a warm ambiance about the house, similar to the glow of Christmas. From all accounts, we were not the only ones that thoroughly enjoyed his visit. Those who had the pleasure of attending his performances enjoyed hearing familiar tunes sung beautifully.
Attila has finished reading Thomas Carlyle's "The French Revolution in Two Volumes". At various times over the past weeks Attila would seek me out to read aloud excerpts that he found particularly well written and well conceived. One of my favorites follows: "Know this also, that out of a world of Unwise, nothing but an Unwisdom can be made. Arrange it, constitution-build it, sift it through ballot-boxes as thou wilt, it is and remains an Unwisdom, - the new prey of new quacks and unclean things, the latter end of it slightly better than the beginning. Who can bring a wise thing out of men unwise? Not one." (Carlyle, Volume 2, p 471) |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Monday's Sky By the Easy Chair Toy Soldiers, A Guide to preventing lead rot, by Susan Stock in Rotunda: Volume 33, Number 3, Spring 2001 Airwaves Celtic Harp: The Music of Turlough O'Carolan performed by Patrick Ball On the Screen Random Corridor: iTunes Visual Effect Weather 11:00 PM EST Temp: 3` C Humidity: 75% Wind: NE 7 mph Barometric: 30.02 in Sunrise 6:18 AM EST Sunset 6:27 PM EST |
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