Winter Is A Week In

Author: siggy

Winter is a week in. Still no extended freezes. An abnormally warm Fall. That means Spring might come sooner unless we get cold in the early Spring. The countdown has begun (to Spring). I’d hibernate but I don’t have that option.

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 winter does not want to go away. It was actually “flaking” for a few seconds. The next two nights will be below freezing and she has to take in her two spider plants she placed by our fence. They won’t tolerate the cold. In fact, it might kill both plants. I know what will happen. All of a sudden the weather will become hot. The winter will go straight into summer. And skip spring.

Isn’t winter going away? Besides it being chilly, there was an inch of snow that fell overnight. I know what is going to happen. At some point, we will skip spring and go straight into summer. Weather is so unpredictable!

The birds stop feeding and disappear about an hour before dusk. They must roost somewhere for the night. That has been my observation. Even if there is birdseed on the ground they disappear till the next day. I notice that in the winter some of them seem to have more feathers, perhaps, for insulation from the cold temperatures. I just love watching birds. And if you can identify a new species, that is even better. Usually, though, I see the same birds. You never know. A bird I saw only a few times was the red breasted grosbeak and last year all a sudden I saw a flock of three outside my window feeding on the ground. In less than two months I will be seeing ruby-throated hummingbirds who have traveled a long distance to come to my nectar I have prepared for them-several thousand miles. I always await their arrival.

Last night could have been the coldest night left to the waning winter: supposedly the temperature hit zero last night. I keep checking the ten day forecast and there seems to be a warming trend–temperatures in the thirties and forties. Not warm by any means but winter has only three weeks to go officially. In one day and one week the clock gets put an hour later and all of a sudden it will be light till seven o’clock. The warm weather is on its way. This winter seemed to last forever. There is an end in sight to the colder temperatures.

Today is four weeks from spring. We are in the throes of a freeze. It will continue for, at least, ten more days. I never wanted it to get warm so desperately. It has been cold forever, it seems. I just can’t wait for the warmer weather to return.

I happen to glance to my left driving somewhere yesterday and spotted a big almost entirely white bird. When I got home I looked it up: it must have been a snowy owl. I had never seen one before. It was about two feet long as the description said in my bird book. That was the second unusual bird sighting in the last month. A few weeks before I saw a indigo bunting cross the road. Its purple was unmistakable. I had never seen one in the winter time.

Forty-five degrees. The warmest day in the next ten days. Spring is less than six weeks away. We still have to get through February and the cold and snow they keep forecasting. It is like that each year: the winter acts as if it will be here forever. But spring and the warmer weather is always around the corner.

There were two large four foot mounds of snow at the end of our driveway. We kept getting frequent small snow storms. Other areas on the East coast got slammed by Storm Juno–a foot and up. Some isolated areas two, three foot accompanied by high gusts of wind. Their storm was called a “blizzard”. Not here, though so I don’t want to complain too much. And they are calling for more snow. And frigid temperatures. January was one cold month.

Everything was still white. The snow storm had gone last night. I looked at the woods in front of me and in back of my house this morning. Usually the trees are completely white only temporarily but the temperature the next day was just right. All the branches of the trees and bushes were still covered by snow. It was a beautiful sight. And rare. It only happens a few times a year.

Winter is less than four weeks away. It is in the sixties today. The cold weather will return. Nevertheless, I will enjoy today. I just learned that 2014 has been the warmest in history. I am sure the bitter cold will come and there will be snow again. The only question is how bad will winter be. And spring will follow. Isn’t that a happy thought?