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     Meandtheboys Citizen Username: Meandtheboys Post Number: 336 Registered: 12-2004  |
As I sit here watching the fluffy white flakes of snow drift softly to the ground, all I can think is................. ENOUGH ALREADY!  Yes, I realize it's not spring yet, but I am SO DONE with the damn snow and cold weather. I am chilled to the very core of my being and can't seem to warm up no matter how hard I try. Told my hubby this morning that I am going to curl up in a ball in my bed, and not uncurl until all the snow has melted, the sun is shining and it's 50-some-odd degrees outside! And, who knows, if I could get outside perhaps I could kick this horrific MOL obsession I seem to have developed!  (Rant over. Thanks for listening.) | ||
| SouthOrangeNanny Citizen Username: Sonanny Post Number: 8 Registered: 3-2005  |
hahah i hear ya...once again i couldn't get in the driveway of work and had to park my car out on the street and foot it up the hill slipping and praying i don't break my leg the whole way. i think this would make for a great "coming soon" sign...."coming soon warm weather" hahah i don't think it will ever happen.... | ||
| buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 1669 Registered: 5-2001  |
This is the last one. After this. Spring. You heard it here first. | ||
| Hank Zona Supporter Username: Hankzona Post Number: 2135 Registered: 3-2002 |
peas are supposed to be planted on or around St. Patricks Day. Get them in the ground even if it seems ridiculous with the recent weather...think of it as an act of defiance against winter. | ||
| Brett Citizen Username: Bmalibashksa Post Number: 1522 Registered: 7-2003 |
I like it. I live in Jersey because I like all four seasons. Going to catch me a snowflake right now. | ||
| Mayor McCheese Supporter Username: Mayor_mccheese Post Number: 194 Registered: 7-2004  |
It hardly snowed today at all. I love the snow, but we need to get rid of these pansy flurries. I need mountains of it. I am routing for a blizzrd, baby! | ||
| redY67 Citizen Username: Redy67 Post Number: 679 Registered: 2-2003  |
Being an Arizona girl I am used to it being around 90 degrees right now and going to spring training with the Rockies..... Love the four seasons, but it is March, no more snow!! | ||
| Carl Thompson Citizen Username: Topcat Post Number: 112 Registered: 4-2003  |
In Minnesota, where I grew up, my mother used to say there were actually five seasons: summer, fall, winter, spring and March. | ||
| SouthOrangeNanny Citizen Username: Sonanny Post Number: 9 Registered: 3-2005 |
don't get me wrong...i love snow..but i'm ready for spring... | ||
| Hank Zona Supporter Username: Hankzona Post Number: 2142 Registered: 3-2002 |
the silver maple in my yard is already doing something because Ive seen some chutes on the ground/snow...and my wife's tree pollen allergies are off to the races. It wont be long before the cars and front porch are covered in that spring green powder. | ||
| Pippi Supporter Username: Pippi Post Number: 698 Registered: 8-2003  |
meandtheboys - I am right there with you. It does seem like it's been colder for longer than it usually is. For me, I think it's because I (and SO many people I know) have been sick this winter. It just all (the cold and illnesses) seems really bad this year. I don't usually get depressed in the winter, but I have had this very low level depression for a month... I am done. I want it over. I want to finally get rid of this lingering sinus infection....I want to bask in the sun already, dammit! | ||
| Meandtheboys Citizen Username: Meandtheboys Post Number: 346 Registered: 12-2004 |
Carl: I totally get your mom's saying.  If I had to pick a least favorite month it would absolutely be March. It's not really winter or spring, but somewhere miserably in the middle. Pippi: Everyone does seem to have been more sick than usual this year. We got off pretty easily in our house. One bout with some stomach thing that we all got, one right after the other, one week in January. Other than that we've been O.K. I get that depression thing too. Manifests itself in my total lack of desire to go anywhere or do anything (except, apparently, post on MOL  )! | ||
| Tom Reingold Supporter Username: Noglider Post Number: 5816 Registered: 1-2003  |
Carl, what is March like in Minnesota? | ||
| Mark Fuhrman Citizen Username: Mfpark Post Number: 1398 Registered: 9-2001  |
Carl--that is a good one. In Wisconsin we used to say there were two seasons--Winter and Road Repair. I remember winters in Madison where the lakes were frozen enough for ice fishing (and ice boating!) from before Thanksgiving to the Ides of March. Then there would be a quick spring thaw of a weekor two, followed by sticky humidity for the balance of the summer. One winter the high temp of the day was below zero for 14 straight days--only place I ever had to use Black Polar wax on my X-C skis. And we were south of the Twin Cities--can't imagine what it was like up there. Compared to that, New Jersey feels almost tropical, and I really appreciate the much longer growing season here. | ||
| Innisowen Citizen Username: Innisowen Post Number: 620 Registered: 3-2004 |
Snow is great and is WINTER and is weather. I think it would be easier to take (and has been, in my years of living in snow country) when it comes and stays and you can enjoy it. This kind of off-again/on-again weather doesn't make me happy. And as I've said many a time, you can shovel this snow all you want, at any time of the day, but when July comes, what have you got to show for it? | ||
| Joan Supporter Username: Joancrystal Post Number: 5126 Registered: 5-2001 |
According to this afternoon's weather report we are due for still more snow this evening into tomorrow morning. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little dry, warm, sunny weather about now? | ||
| The Libertarian Citizen Username: Local_1_crew Post Number: 546 Registered: 3-2004  |
last monday was an unfair tease. i sat in the backyard in a t-shirt eating my lunch. next day, snow. | ||
| The Oracle of MOL Supporter Username: Oracle_of_mol Post Number: 2 Registered: 2-2005  |
You all have interesting points of view. The truth is, however, that the seasons (and so much else) are really only a state of mind, as is evidenced by this perceptive and articulate writer: "March 11, 2005 NYT EDITORIAL OBSERVER Waiting for the Warm Night Air of Los Angeles By VERLYN KLINKENBORG Ever since I got to Southern California, people have been reminding me that this part of the world has its seasons, too. I always agree. I can think of at least four seasons in Los Angeles: rain, fire, escrow and the Academy Awards. Some years the rainy season comes and goes without attracting much attention to itself, but not this year. There's something a little redundant in being told, in the midst of another downpour, that Los Angeles does indeed have seasons. It almost sounds like complaining. There's an old Midwestern guilt in that need to account for the seasons here. I think of all the Iowa families who moved to California about the same time my family did, in the mid-1960's. For most of them in that first generation, lying in the sun - just lying there! - seemed an unaccountable waste of time. They could barely allow themselves the pleasure of eating outdoors without fussing over the pleasure of eating outdoors. Telling the ones who stayed in the Midwest that there are seasons here, too, was a kind of cultural negotiation, a way of saying, "We're not all that different just because we live in California and dine on artichokes now." The fact that the growing season is 365 days long felt like a plenary indulgence, even if you were a Methodist. Any place with as many climates - or as much climate, allowing the word its salutary overtones - as Southern California doesn't really need seasons. To drive from San Juan Capistrano over the Santa Ana Mountains on the Ortega Highway and up through Riverside to the snowpack on the San Bernardino Mountains is to cross any number of climatic zones, each of which is enjoying a season unto itself. Southern California has a way of reminding you that climate is a function of place and that season is a function of time. A climatic zone may be tiny - no larger than a damp winter creek-bottom in an otherwise arid landscape. And a season in Southern California may be only a matter of days. One day feels like sodden winter, and by the evening of the next day, the middle-school girls are playing soccer under the field lights, the shriek of the referees' whistles cutting through the warm night air. Summer comes over and over and over. As a result, everyone is equipped to seize it the instant it appears. Back home - in New York state - the winter coats are put away with a sense of reluctant foreboding, and only after a good spell of hot weather. I sense the encroaching season here readily enough - the way a plum-blossom spring overlaps with the constancy of agave and yucca. But I miss the sense of time. The days are longer than they were when we arrived in mid-January. And yet it's hard to feel their lengthening. That's partly because of the orange perma-glow in the urban sky at night. But it's also because of the fact that light isn't the cue that my students, who are keenly and hormonally sensitive to climatic disturbance, are really waiting for. They're waiting - and the whole region with them - for warm nights. Here, every night is a convertible night, unless it's pouring. But with real warmth, the stoicism of keeping the top down will give way to the sybaritic pleasure of merging with the biotic city, all those beings feasting on air. Whenever I think of where we are in the year - on the verge of spring - I think of home, of our farm north of New York City and the winter it's been having. I can imagine the operatic movement of the light, the way each day reaches a little further into the darkness of evening and morning than the one before. Those extra minutes of dawn and dusk are almost pure emotion at this time of year, as if something had been reclaimed that was in danger of disappearing forever. It's almost as if that place - its snowy pastures, its huddled woods - were on a separate globe, pursuing a more elliptical path around the sun than the planet Los Angeles occupies. Emotion is the difference, of course. The irises are in bloom in Southern California. But what is an iris? Back home it's something won back from the cold and the snow, a rigorous assertion that winter may come again, but only by going through summer first. That is not what the irises are saying here. They are blooming with the roses and the oranges and the birds of paradise and the rosemary and the lavender and the camellias. To me it makes no sense, no matter how beautiful it is. To the nectarivorous creatures here - to bees and moths and hummingbirds - it merely seems, perhaps, like the slight swelling of their circumstances. Much is blooming now, but then something is always blooming here in this nectared city." Rejoice in the now. -The Oracle of MOL | ||
| The Libertarian Citizen Username: Local_1_crew Post Number: 549 Registered: 3-2004 |
i bow to the mighty wisdom of the Oracle of MOL. you truly are all seeing and contain wisdom beyond all description. | ||
| Tom Reingold Supporter Username: Noglider Post Number: 5840 Registered: 1-2003 |
Today was pleasant. The wind was mild, and the temperatures were a little higher than the previous days. The curious thing is that it was not that much warmer. At about 40F, I saw a group of three kids playing outside, wearing nothing but jeans and t-shirts. Yet, I bet they were not cold, since we're all so acclimated to colder weather. Also, I notice there is a correlation between high air pressure (which we must be having today) and good mood. |
