Thursday, March 21, 2013
Whoo-hoo, springtime in Ohio! Day two. Let me count the ways…
Ummm, well, when I got up at 3:30 a.m. with the usual back pains, gimped into the great room, fed another log to the woodstove, and huddled under a blanket in the recliner for another try at sleep, the outside temperature read a measly 18˚F. Rather nippy for a vernal First Act.
Okay, bad example. Let's consider something more recent…
Right now it's a full eight degrees warmer, 26˚F on the big thermometer and the same according the National Weather Service's web site. Not much of an improvement, perhaps, but at least headed in the right direction. The really dramatic part is that it's snowing to beat the band—great big flakes swirling and blowing in a thick white slurry. I can barely make out the shape of the island across from the cottage. My mother would say the old woman is really shaking out her featherbed.
And I guess that's the gist of the day's report. While it's certainly spring in fact, it isn't very much spring in appearance and feeling. But historically, early spring in Ohio is—more often than most of us like to admit—an act of summoned faith…less about weather than belief.
And possibly a little bit like falling in love in that your head needs to follow your heart. Spring is truly here. I just know it!