Prompted by posts on Libertine’s blog and Big John’s Blog I am putting my twopenn’orth in about the time of the year. For me, the first of March is like the shedding of the dark days of winter. Okay, so at the moment it’s snowing outside. However, March snow is ephemeral, rarely does it settle and if it does, it will have melted by midday in most cases. Certainly it isn’t the deep long lasting drifting stuff of early January and February. A little sleety snow, I can bear.
when I look in my garden, I see the first faint stirring of the new year. There were a couple of toads in the pond a week or so ago. Now is the start of their gathering. By the end of the month there will be a dozen or so couples spawning. By late May the pond will be swarming with toad tadpoles.
No, the weather isn’t getting me down – all I need to do is look at these
and be reminded that British Summertime is just around the corner and along with it longer evenings and afternoons sitting in the shade of the parasol watching the world go by…well, I can dream, can’t I?
“March snow, rarely does it settle” ! I’m up to my arse here ! 🙂John
[Longrider replies] Reckon I must be closer to the Gulf Stream. I was in Ashford last week and there had been some heavy snow during the previous 24 hours. Most of it was gone by the time I got there even though it was still falling.
I get depressed because I hate summer. Summer in the American South isn’t pleasant warm days; it’s miserable hot days where your wet clothes stick to your back. However, the longer days are nice; that’s the only good thing about it. And if I didn’t have to work, I might like it better as well.Visit me @ http://confessionsofalibertine.blog-city.com/
[Longrider replies] That’s where we differ. I love the summer. The longer and the hotter, the more I like it. My metabolism doesn’t get going properly until it hits 20 degrees.