I am told that Russians suffer from depression during mild winters--like soldiers they are ready for a battle that does not start. I understand. Manhattan is mild. The calendar indicates February, but the temperature could be April. I want snow, perhaps a foot, and I want it at Tryon, the white blanket around the white barn, and I want to be in it.
Sorry about the arrow. A more technologically savvy blogger could photoshop it out.
(Noonans at the farm: Sophie, Gabe and Sarah, and Sam arrives soon)
And yet the groundhog saw its shadow this year!
ReplyDeleteMore on the confusion of calendars and rodents from Wikipedia:
"In western countries in the Northern Hemisphere the official first day of spring is almost seven weeks after Groundhog Day, on March 21. The custom could have been a folk embodiment of the confusion created by the collision of two calendrical systems.
Some ancient traditions marked the change of season at cross-quarter days such as Imbolc when daylight first makes significant progress against the night. Other traditions held that spring did not begin until the length of daylight overtook night at the Vernal Equinox.
So an arbiter, the groundhog/hedgehog, was incorporated as a yearly custom to settle the two traditions. Sometimes spring begins at Imbolc, and sometimes winter lasts 6 more weeks until the equinox."