While I Was On Vacation

Author: siggy

In the week I was gone the two tomato plants grew quickly. There were quite a few little green tomatoes while a week ago there was almost none. My wife had splurged and bought quite a few plants while I was on vacation–many still in their original containers and needed to be planted. She bought two beautiful budding fuchsia plants one of which I hung from the white pine tree in view from our large living room window. Every year we put one up there and the plant does well there as long as we keep it watered.

The weather finally became seasonal–sixties and seventies. I thought we went straight from winter into summer for a short time. At least it seemed that way. Today I was thrilled I noticed a flower that had little white snow bells. My wife said it was a perennial. The grass was also cut when I got home. All these things happened in the week I was gone.

The ten day forecast is forties high every day. That is the first time in months. Spring is less than two weeks away. Maybe the weather has turned a corner. Now I can start inspecting my garden every day for the sign of the first flowers of spring. There is still quite a bit of snow on the ground. Let us see if it melts within ten days of this “heat wave.”

We are in the middle of a minor four day heatwave.  Yesterday was the first day of official winter.  It was in the low fifties, today it will hit the low sixties.  Tomorrow will be in the low fifties.  Then cold again.  At least when I start my countdown to spring it is only one season I have to count down.  Today I will just enjoy the weather.  And the unusually mild temperatures.

It Was Midway to Summer

Author: siggy

It was midway to summer.  The temperatures were mild and sometimes cool.  It could stay this way all the time but it won’t.  I am wearing a light jacket today.  I know the hot weather will come and I will switch to wearing shorts and tee shirts all the time.  Weather is always so unpredictable.  I am in no rush for summer to get here.

Between fifty five and sixty five degrees I usually wear insulated underwear.  No jacket or sweater.  But insulated underwear.  It is getting warmer and soon I will switch to shorts and tee shirts when the weather will get warm and even hot.  I just don’t like being cold.

Twenty-five days to spring.  I counted.  There is a dull roar of the wind tossing the tree branches to and fro.  It is almost a perfect day for putting up a kite.  The living room front door is open and and the thermostat lowered to sixty-five.  The heat is not kicking on.  The daffodils are five inches tall already.  I like walking around my yard to see what other new growth is appearing.  I am wondering whether the new bed of roses will come up.  There is no evidence of it yet.  Even the dogs want to spend more time outside and are loath to come in when they are out.  The temperature is slowing rising.  There are less days now when it hits the freezing point overnight.  Before I know it spring will arrive.

The weather turned a corner.  I had to take off my insulated tee shirt.  It was too hot in my house.  For several months I wore one and the insulated underwear may have to go, too.  Spring is less than five weeks away.  I keep checking the ten day forecast and the temperature is slowly rising.  Winter may show its face, again, but not for too long.  Spring is on the horizon.

Winter Is On Its Way Out

Author: siggy

Winter is on its way out.  Groundhog day was one week, one day ago.  It is now less than five weeks to winter’s demise officially.  I have started my countdown to spring.  The weather does not always cooperate but now I can see the end of the tunnel.  Spring is coming.  I will keep that thought in mind even when the frigid weather returns.  Not that there has been much of that.  There wasn’t.  Maybe we will still get a big snowstorm.  It does not matter.  Spring is on its way.  I will keep that in mind.  Winter is on its way out.

I don’t want to go far away.  Last I checked the temperature was seventy.  This could be the last time this year it hits seventy.  I want to enjoy the weather here.  If I can’t enjoy it in my own backyard, how can I possibly enjoy it any where else.  So I will stay put, walk around my property and see what I can, enjoy the sun here and every thing else around me.  I will watch my four dogs run around our fenced yard.  I don’t want to have to go any where but my backyard.  I don’t want to go far away.

I stepped out and it was beautiful and I did not want to miss it.  There was not even a hint of a breeze and the sun was out and it was warm.  It was less than two weeks from the official beginning of winter.  Tomorrow was more of the same.  Then the temperature will drop and the weather would become more seasonable.  I wanted to catch part of the day outside.  Soon this gorgeous weather would just be a memory and I will have to bundle up every time I go outside.  Maybe I will go fishing tomorrow.  It will be more of the same temperatures.  And I want to take advantage of it.  Such weather was precious this time of year and the forecast for this winter was that it would be a cold one.  I don’t want this day to slip away.

It felt cool this morning and that was a gift.  The ground and plants were still wet.  It had rained last night.  There had been too many hot days and before I know it they will be gone.  Summer is winding down:  soon Labor day will be here and the kids will be back to school.  Today I will enjoy the weather exactly how it is and when it changes again I will not dismay.  Every day is perfect and the greatest gift is today.  Somehow this year I missed picking the wild blackberries but there is a frozen pie to remind us of all the raspberries I picked.  Every season has its own gift.

It was cold, wet and damp.  I just could not get very warm.  It was a cold spring day.  The bank said forty-two degrees.  Even my four dogs did not want to stay outside.  They did their thing and came back into the house almost immediately.  Next day would be warmer.  I hope I will be able to snuggle into my blankets and get warm when I go to bed.  Tomorrow will be another day and at least twenty degrees warmer than today.  And maybe I will be more successful at staying warm.