It was cold, wet and rainy today.  I watched the many birds come to our feeders:  titmouse, cardinals, goldfinch and others.  The weather did not dismay them.  There was a steady stream of them.  It was one of those days I wanted to go back to sleep.  Or if anything else see a movie.  I really did not want to go too far.  And thank God for the heat and shelter.  Maybe, I will read that book I set aside.  It certainly was a good day to bury oneself in a book.

Spring has finally arrived although it does not seem that way:  it is thirty-eight degrees presently.  A few days ago it hit seventy-eight.  The day was a harbinger of spring.  Today it is here only in name.

I know it is getting warmer.  I really want the cold weather banished and that is not going to happen.  A few days this week it is not going to hit forty.  I know the warmer temperatures are coming.  I am impatient.

This winter was just too cold.  I know the consistent warmer temperatures will come and before I know it it will be summer and I will again wonder where spring went.

It was fifty outside and the thin pine trees were really swaying in the wind.  There was a dull roar in the background.  It was a perfect day to fly a kite except I didn’t have one.  This whole week promised to be above average temperatures.  Winter was winding down and this week was a preview of spring.  I just checked:  daffodils are poking their heads out of the soil.  Yesterday we saw pussy willow buds.  I am, next, searching for the primrose that come up even before the daffodils.  Winter is winding down.  Spring is now in the air.

We are having an heat wave:  I checked the thermostat on the car and it registered forty degrees.  Once it hit December it got cold and stayed that way.  In July, that would be a cold day.  It is all a sense of perspective.  Now I consider that warm.  Let us see what the rest of winter will bring.  We just missed a snow storm which created havoc at the airports in NYC.  So far nothing worse than a few flakes.  Our luck can’t hold out the rest of winter.  In any case, I will enjoy the weather today.

The last traces of summer gone today. Tomorrow the temperatures drop fifteen degrees and it will return to Fall weather. I will just enjoy today. Every season lingers into the next before the past one is gone for good. The climate here has four seasons but sometime you are not sure which one you are in and have to check the latest forecast to determine how you are going to dress when you go out. Every area of the country is different. I have always lived in a temperate climate so this is the only one I am used to.

It Was A Mini Heat Wave

Author: siggy

It was a mini heat wave: three days in a row of at least eighty degree temperatures. Fall just came officially a few days ago. For a short time it will be summer again. I put on my shorts which I did not think I would wear again until next year. I will just enjoy this weather. I spent the late morning outside waiting for the mail.

Spring finally arrived. Today was its entrance. The forecast said it would hit seventy today. The sky was perfectly blue with not a cloud in the sky and all I wanted to do was go fishing.

There was one small detail to overcome–I had not gotten my license yet but you get the idea how beautiful the first day of spring was. The countdown was over.

And I know it will have arrived for good when the days melt into each other and I no longer think about spring. We creatures take the weather for granted awfully quick but not too long.

This is a temperate climate. And the weather changes before you know it. Today I will celebrate spring. At least, for one day.

I know spring must be coming I want to go fishing.  I am ready to get my fishing license.  I don’t like fishing in the cold but the weather has been gradually warming so I am ready.  Most days are in the forties and fifties occasionally hitting the sixties so I am thinking about it.  I will take out my tackle box and check all my equipment.  I know the first day that hits seventy and the sky is a deep blue I will want to be somewhere casting my baited line.  I am ready.

There is something comforting about a snowstorm and knowing there is no where else to go and all you can do is enjoy the snowflakes and your house and pets and your wife.

It just started an half an hour ago.  The snow flakes are tiny so I know I am in for it.  I can’t change the weather.  I just did a quick shopping trip not that I was going to run out of anything but I was low on a few supplies.

Tomorrow I will sprinkle some birdseed on the snow.  I already filled the suet.  The woodpeckers and nuthatch will greet me tomorrow.  My sunflowers feeder is still relatively full and I will get a steady stream of titmouse and black capped chickadees.

If the worst possibly scenario presents itself and we lose power, I have plenty of coal.  We will ride out the storm and enjoy all our bird visitors who come to our feeders and our four dogs will frolic in the snow.  Is there any thing better than that?