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Further Balm
Mar. 8th, 2015 08:20 pmThis afternoon I finally saw a bee in the yard. The bee saw me, too, and had to inspect me closely, which was a bit distressing, but nothing bad came of it. There were other insects flying about as well, and the daddy long legs spiders have begun spinning their webs to trap them. Still other insects were probably being caught on the wing by the abundant birds who sang all the balmy afternoon, but if so their devouring made no apparent dent in the population of them. By all appearances spring is well underway, and it made the early arrival of daylight saving time seem not so inappropriate this year. It might as well be April.
Having shopped on Friday I had no occasion to leave home all day, but I must admit that despite the free time I accomplished little. I blame the television, which presented me with a string of irresistible movies on which I squandered much of the day. I'll make up for it tonight, as the local PBS affiliates are not displaying any shows in which English people slaughter one another. That will give me a chance to deal with the e-mail I haven't yet gotten around to, but which I now know how to send— as long as I'm willing to let Thudderbird clog up the computer for an hour or two.
To my delight, the frog population has rebounded quite nicely and the gloaming rang with their croaks. The sound of them brings the woods and fields alive, and the music will probably last for hours on this improbably mild evening. Even this late there is barely a hint of chill in the air. I'm no longer wondering why the geese and other waterfowl departed in such large numbers so early this year. They must indeed have known what was coming.
While I surely regret the loss of our winter (and will doubtlessly regret it even more when the water restrictions are put in place, and yet more when I get the bills for what little water I'll be able to use) I must admit to enjoying this mildness. The windows are open most of the day, the house airs out, both day and night smell of growing things, and I don't have to put the thermostat up to avoid a chill when I take a shower. The premature spring could be much improved by an occasional rain storm, and it would be nice if this mildness could last through May, but I fear that summer will arrive early bringing torrid days and sultry nights, and month after month of drought. Well, one can't have everything, and this something is better than what we're apt to get as the year advances. I'll enjoy it while I may.
( Sunday Verse )
Having shopped on Friday I had no occasion to leave home all day, but I must admit that despite the free time I accomplished little. I blame the television, which presented me with a string of irresistible movies on which I squandered much of the day. I'll make up for it tonight, as the local PBS affiliates are not displaying any shows in which English people slaughter one another. That will give me a chance to deal with the e-mail I haven't yet gotten around to, but which I now know how to send— as long as I'm willing to let Thudderbird clog up the computer for an hour or two.
To my delight, the frog population has rebounded quite nicely and the gloaming rang with their croaks. The sound of them brings the woods and fields alive, and the music will probably last for hours on this improbably mild evening. Even this late there is barely a hint of chill in the air. I'm no longer wondering why the geese and other waterfowl departed in such large numbers so early this year. They must indeed have known what was coming.
While I surely regret the loss of our winter (and will doubtlessly regret it even more when the water restrictions are put in place, and yet more when I get the bills for what little water I'll be able to use) I must admit to enjoying this mildness. The windows are open most of the day, the house airs out, both day and night smell of growing things, and I don't have to put the thermostat up to avoid a chill when I take a shower. The premature spring could be much improved by an occasional rain storm, and it would be nice if this mildness could last through May, but I fear that summer will arrive early bringing torrid days and sultry nights, and month after month of drought. Well, one can't have everything, and this something is better than what we're apt to get as the year advances. I'll enjoy it while I may.
( Sunday Verse )
