Feb 08 2023
Change
So the Groundhog saw his shadow and claims that there are six more weeks of winter left. I got news for you and the rodent: there’s going to be six more weeks of winter, no matter what. Also? March is the secret winter month no one talks about, that seasonal secret.
Around here, though, you can tell that things are tipping towards the light and away from the dark, towards spring and away from winter. A few days before the Groundhog’s prognostication, I noticed the first daffodils of the year on the Ridge:
The flowering cherries are also in bloom:
bringing a welcome pinkness to the world, especially right outside my bedroom window. My orchid has a lone flower spike, but I’ll take it.
I have noticed lately that it’s no longer dark at 6:00 pm, so the brighter days are coming.
A YEAR AGO: Reflecting on my proudest achievement.
FIVE YEARS AGO: Finding new and unenjoyable ways to screw up.
TEN YEARS AGO: In which our heroine is not at all photogenic.
TWENTY YEARS AGO: A perfect day.
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