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Oh But For Spring To Come (long)
Allow me to vent and/or dream . . .
Man oh man is it stinking cold up/down/over here in New England (depending on where *you* are reading this from). I'm bummed that there is too much snow on the local pond -- this would have been THE BEST winter for skating in, well, I don't know how many years!! Don't get me wrong -- I love snow, but now it's not even shovelable (is that a word?? lol) to clear off a spot to skate. It's sooooo cold out. The coldest since the late 1800's they are saying, so much for global warming and El Nino!!! Hooray for the Farmer's Almanac, they nailed it right on (as they do 99.9% of the time I believe) and I guess we are to be on the lookout for a summer full of thunderstorms -- I love thunderstorms! Being from New England and loving New England you'll not hear any serious complaints out of me. I am, however, longing for the peek of the crocus thru the snow and the birds to be coming back for the summer in my yard - orioles, mockers and catbirds, hummers, various flycatchers, and the mystery ones that I only hear in the woods or barely catch a glimpse of. Every year I seem to see something new as I add new plants or more water or different foods. I want to put my trellis back up and let the moon flowers, trumpet vine and morning glories crawl their beautiful way up and over it. I want to unfreeze my bird splashing pool and see if the frozen frog will come back to life (seriously doubt it, but it will be interesting), I want to go buy pansies and salvia and other small annuals for the front row that add the INSTANT gratification of color. I want the giant lilac bushes to bloom so I can smell their heavenly scent - even if it is short lived it's very worth it. I want to pick fresh raspberries and, hopefully, grow some veggies this year - cukes & zucchini for sure, we'll see about others. I want to battle the Asian Lily Beetles, drowning them in soapy water before they can destroy what I call my tiger lilies. More milky spore on the lawn for grub control - however I welcome the skunks and flicker's to come and make their bellies full as well -- who cares if there are holes in the lawn, they need to eat too! I want the 'house shopping' Tree Swallows to come check the bluebird boxes out in my backyard again, one box was already taken by chickadees who didn't take too kindly to the, um, visitors poking their heads into the hole, lol. The other box was a bit of a different style and the swallows were not interested in it - so I bought another like the one they did like and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this year. I got to stand in my backyard and watch those two beautiful, sort of iridescent, birds fly low and slow in great circles around the yard, sometimes coming within just a few feet of me -- I was crouched by a wall. It was like a great bird ballet. And, of course, I'd be overjoyed if bluebirds actually took up residence in the boxes named for them. Maybe I'll put up a couple more and see what happens. I'll take baby chickadees though, they are adorable. I'm hoping I still have coyotes in the 'hood as I had NO issues with woodchucks last year for the first time in many many moons. Love those coyotes! But I'm sure my neighbors won't be too happy if their cat gets nabbed - that's why my Max stays indoors. I love the seasonal changes winter, spring, summer and fall bring me here - but it's time for a change NOW gosh darn it :-) The days are getting longer .. . . hoo-freakin'-ray! Thanks for listening, Happy Friday everybody! LeeAnne -- ------ If you're an insomniac, agnostic, dyslexic do you lay awake at night wondering if there is a dog? ----- |
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SUPERB!!!!!!! (((((((((((((((((((huge Maddie HUG))))))))))))))))))))))
madgardener "LeeAnne" wrote in message ... Allow me to vent and/or dream . . . Man oh man is it stinking cold up/down/over here in New England (depending on where*you* are reading this from). I'm bummed that there is too much snow on the localpond -- this would have been THE BEST winter for skating in, well, I don't know howmany years!! Don't get me wrong -- I love snow, but now it's not even shovelable (isthat a word?? lol) to clear off a spot to skate. It's sooooo cold out. The coldest sincethe late 1800's they are saying, so much for global warming and El Nino!!! Hooray for the Farmer's Almanac, they nailed it right on (as they do 99.9% of the time Ibelieve) and I guess we are to be on the lookout for a summer full of thunderstorms -- Ilove thunderstorms! Being from New England and loving New England you'll not hear any serious complaints outof me. I am, however, longing for the peek of the crocus thru the snow and the birds tobe coming back for the summer in my yard - orioles, mockers and catbirds, hummers, various flycatchers, and the mystery ones that Ionly hear in the woods or barely catch a glimpse of. Every year I seem to see something new asI add new plants or more water or different foods. I want to put my trellis back up and let the moon flowers, trumpet vine and morning gloriescrawl their beautiful way up and over it. I want to unfreeze my bird splashing pooland see if the frozen frog will come back to life (seriously doubt it, but it will be interesting), Iwant to go buy pansies and salvia and other small annuals for the front row that add theINSTANT gratification of color. I want the giant lilac bushes to bloom so I can smelltheir heavenly scent - even if it is short lived it's very worth it. I want to pick fresh raspberries and, hopefully, grow some veggies this year - cukes &zucchini for sure, we'll see about others. I want to battle the Asian Lily Beetles, drowningthem in soapy water before they can destroy what I call my tiger lilies. More milkyspore on the lawn for grub control - however I welcome the skunks and flicker's tocome and make their bellies full as well -- who cares if there are holes in the lawn, theyneed to eat too! I want the 'house shopping' Tree Swallows to come check the bluebird boxes out in mybackyard again, one box was already taken by chickadees who didn't take too kindly tothe, um, visitors poking their heads into the hole, lol. The other box was a bit of a different style and the swallows were not interested in it - so Ibought another like the one they did like and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this year. Igot to stand in my backyard and watch those two beautiful, sort of iridescent, birds fly lowand slow in great circles around the yard, sometimes coming within just a few feet of me-- I was crouched by a wall. It was like a great bird ballet. And, of course, I'd beoverjoyed if bluebirds actually took up residence in the boxes named for them. Maybe I'llput up a couple more and see what happens. I'll take baby chickadees though, they are adorable. I'm hoping I still have coyotes in the 'hood as I had NO issues with woodchucks last year forthe first time in many many moons. Love those coyotes! But I'm sure my neighborswon't be too happy if their cat gets nabbed - that's why my Max stays indoors. I love the seasonal changes winter, spring, summer and fall bring me here - but it's time for a change NOW gosh darn it :-) The days are getting longer .. . . hoo-freakin'-ray! Thanks for listening, Happy Friday everybody! LeeAnne -- ------ If you're an insomniac, agnostic, dyslexic do you lay awake at night wondering if there is adog? ----- |
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Hi Mad - coming from you that is a HUGE complement - THANK YOU, you made my
day! and ((((((HUGS)))))) right back at'cha! "madgard" wrote in message ... SUPERB!!!!!!! (((((((((((((((((((huge Maddie HUG)))))))))))))))))))))) madgardener "LeeAnne" wrote in message ... Allow me to vent and/or dream . . . |
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I want to feel the sun on my back and get itchy from the dirt in my socks. I want to worry about the mud I'm tracking into the house and feel sore in the back from digging all day. I want to pick cherry tomatoes off the vine and toss them up for my dog to catch (she LOVES tomatoes!). Then she'll roll around in the grass while I cut my snapdragons, dahlia and zinnia for an arrangement to be brought over to a friends BBQ... sigh... Thanks for inspiring this dream! |
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Spring? Spring? I seem to remember hearing about such a season...
Leeanne thanks, that hit the spot on this snowy, blowy 18 degree day. With the lakes a solid sheet of milk white ice and snow and nary a hint of green anywhere that was like a drink of cool water on a hot summers day, a relief! Dave Sterling Heights, Michigan On Fri, 24 Jan 2003 20:12:40 GMT, "Derryl Killan" wrote: Hi Leeanne Thanks for the inspirational posting. I am in Calgary and it is -20 C. with no hopes of spring til May/ June. Derryl ... Allow me to vent and/or dream . . . Man oh man is it stinking cold up/down/over here in New England (depending on where *you* are reading this from). I'm bummed that there is too much snow on the local pond -- this would have been THE BEST winter for skating in, well, I don't know how many years!! Don't get me wrong -- I love snow, but now it's not even shovelable (is that a word?? lol) to clear off a spot to skate. It's sooooo cold out. The coldest since the late 1800's they are saying, so much for global warming and El Nino!!! Hooray for the Farmer's Almanac, they nailed it right on (as they do 99.9% of the time I believe) and I guess we are to be on the lookout for a summer full of thunderstorms -- I love thunderstorms! Being from New England and loving New England you'll not hear any serious complaints out of me. I am, however, longing for the peek of the crocus thru the snow and the birds to be coming back for the summer in my yard - orioles, mockers and catbirds, hummers, various flycatchers, and the mystery ones that I only hear in the woods or barely catch a glimpse of. Every year I seem to see something new as I add new plants or more water or different foods. I want to put my trellis back up and let the moon flowers, trumpet vine and morning glories crawl their beautiful way up and over it. I want to unfreeze my bird splashing pool and see if the frozen frog will come back to life (seriously doubt it, but it will be interesting), I want to go buy pansies and salvia and other small annuals for the front row that add the INSTANT gratification of color. I want the giant lilac bushes to bloom so I can smell their heavenly scent - even if it is short lived it's very worth it. I want to pick fresh raspberries and, hopefully, grow some veggies this year - cukes & zucchini for sure, we'll see about others. I want to battle the Asian Lily Beetles, drowning them in soapy water before they can destroy what I call my tiger lilies. More milky spore on the lawn for grub control - however I welcome the skunks and flicker's to come and make their bellies full as well -- who cares if there are holes in the lawn, they need to eat too! I want the 'house shopping' Tree Swallows to come check the bluebird boxes out in my backyard again, one box was already taken by chickadees who didn't take too kindly to the, um, visitors poking their heads into the hole, lol. The other box was a bit of a different style and the swallows were not interested in it - so I bought another like the one they did like and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this year. I got to stand in my backyard and watch those two beautiful, sort of iridescent, birds fly low and slow in great circles around the yard, sometimes coming within just a few feet of me -- I was crouched by a wall. It was like a great bird ballet. And, of course, I'd be overjoyed if bluebirds actually took up residence in the boxes named for them. Maybe I'll put up a couple more and see what happens. I'll take baby chickadees though, they are adorable. I'm hoping I still have coyotes in the 'hood as I had NO issues with woodchucks last year for the first time in many many moons. Love those coyotes! But I'm sure my neighbors won't be too happy if their cat gets nabbed - that's why my Max stays indoors. I love the seasonal changes winter, spring, summer and fall bring me here - but it's time for a change NOW gosh darn it :-) The days are getting longer . . . hoo-freakin'-ray! Thanks for listening, Happy Friday everybody! LeeAnne -- ------ If you're an insomniac, agnostic, dyslexic do you lay awake at night wondering if there is a dog? ----- |
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awwwwww, yer too kind, lady........ I'd drag my toe, but I have still got
ice and snow outside and kinda like my toes...............( I can't find your e-,mail in my addy files, send a howdy so I can reclaim it if yer inclined.........) madgardener "LeeAnne" wrote in message ... Hi Mad - coming from you that is a HUGE complement - THANK YOU, you made my day! and ((((((HUGS)))))) right back at'cha! |
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Get a grip people. If you didn't have a cold period, you wouldn't have your
native plant species and your native wildlife. On the other hand, what's wrong with living in an environmentally controlled bubble? |
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An environmentally controled bubble..... no thank you. I love the fact
that every day is a different day regards to the weather,my favourite type of weather is the frost. Anyway, if every day was the same people would have to think if something alse to talk about! |
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Thank you This is definitely what I needed on this dreadfully cold
night here in NY. Ahhhh, I got away, even if it was for just a small moment in time. |
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Thank you I think we are gripped quite firmly. I wouldn't want to live in a
bubble - I love the changes that New England brings . . . don't like the weather? Just wait a minute. I love Winter and snow and snowmen, uh, snowpersons, sledding, skiing, doing donuts in the car :-) and snowball fights. I love the dead silence you get sometimes when the snow absorbs all noise except your feet squeaking on it . .. . but there is NOTHING like the coming of spring and those first bulbs sprouting up - you know the ones you planted last year and hope they come up, which would make the blisters you got worth it. :-) LeeAnne "Lhemlock" wrote in message ... Get a grip people. If you didn't have a cold period, you wouldn't have your native plant species and your native wildlife. On the other hand, what's wrong with living in an environmentally controlled bubble? |
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harrison wrote:
... Further, it is an indisputable right of New Englanders to complain about the weather. The Pilgrims had to take an oath that they would do so before they were allowed to step on the rock... Address by Samuel Clemens at the New England Society's Seventy-First Annual Dinner, New York City, December 22, 1876. I reverently believe that the Maker who made us all makes everything in New England but the weather. I don't know who makes that, but I think it must be raw apprentices in the weather-clerk's factory who experiment and learn how, in New England, for board and clothes, and then are promoted to make weather for countries that require a good article, and will take their custom elsewhere if they don't get it. There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather that compels the stranger's admiration -- and regret. The weather is always doing something there; always attending strictly to business; always getting up new designs and trying them on the people to see how they will go. But it gets through more business in spring than in any other season. In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four-and-twenty hours. It was I that made the fame and fortune of that man that had that marvelous collection of weather on exhibition at the Centennial, that so astounded the foreigners. He was going to travel all over the world and get specimens from all the climes. I said, "Don't you do it; you come to New England on a favorable spring day." I told him what we could do in the way of style, variety, and quantity. Well, he came and he made his collection in four days. As to variety, why, he confessed that he got hundreds of kinds of weather that he had never heard of before. And as to quantity -- well, after he had picked out and discarded all that was blemished in any way, he not only had weather enough, but weather to spare; weather to hire out; weather to sell; to deposit; weather to invest; weather to give to the poor. The people of New England are by nature patient and forbearing, but there are some things which they will not stand. Every year they kill a lot of poets for writing about "Beautiful Spring." These are generally casual visitors, who bring their notions of spring from somewhere else, and cannot, of course, know how the natives feel about spring. And so the first thing they know the opportunity to inquire how they feel has permanently gone by. Old Probabilities has a mighty reputation for accurate prophecy, and thoroughly well deserves it. You take up the paper and observe how crisply and confidently he checks off what today's weather is going to be on the Pacific, down South, in the Middle States, in the Wisconsin region. See him sail along in the joy and pride of his power till he gets to New England, and then see his tail drop. He doesn't know what the weather is going to be in New England. Well, he mulls over it, and by-and-by he gets out something about like this: Probably northeast to southwest winds, varying to the southward and westward and eastward and points between, high and low barometer swapping around from place to place; probable areas of rain, snow, hail, and drought, succeeded or preceded by earthquakes, with thunder and lightning. Then he jots down his postscript from his wandering mind, to cover accidents. "But it is possible that the programme may be wholly changed in the mean time." Yes, one of the brightest gems in the New England weather is the dazzling uncertainty of it. There is only one thing certain about it: you are certain there is going to be plenty of it - - a perfect grand review; but you never can tell which end of the procession is going to move first. You fix up for the drought; you leave your umbrella in the house and sally out, and two to one you get drowned. You make up your mind that the earthquake is due; you stand from under, and take hold of something to steady yourself, and the first thing you know you get struck by lightning. These are great disappointments; but they can't be helped. The lightning there is peculiar; it is so convincing, that when it strikes a thing it doesn't leave enough of that thing behind for you to tell whether-- Well, you'd think it was something valuable, and a Congressman had been there. And the thunder. When the thunder begins to merely tune up and scrape and saw, and key up the instruments for the performance, strangers say, "Why, what awful thunder you have here!" But when the baton is raised and the real concert begins, you'll find that stranger down in the cellar with his head in the ash-barrel. Now as to the size of the weather in New England -- lengthways, I mean. It is utterly disproportioned to the size of that little country. Half the time, when it is packed as full as it can stick, you will see that New England weather sticking out beyond the edges and projecting around hundreds and hundreds of miles over the neighboring States. She can't hold a tenth part of her weather. You can see cracks all about where she has strained herself trying to do it. I could speak volumes about the inhuman perversity of the New England weather, but I will give but a single specimen. I like to hear rain on a tin roof. So I covered part of my roof with tin, with an eye to that luxury. Well, sir, do you think it ever rains on that tin? No, sir, skips it every time. Mind, in this speech I have been trying merely to do honor to the New England weather -- no language could do it justice. But, after all, there is at least one or two things about that weather (or, if you please, effects produced by it) which we residents would not like to part with. If we hadn't our bewitching autumn foliage, we should still have to credit the weather with one feature which compensates for all its bullying vagaries -- the ice-storm: when a leafless tree is clothed with ice from the bottom to the top -- ice that is as bright and clear as crystal; when every bough and twig is strung with ice-beads, frozen dew-drops, and the whole tree sparkles cold and white, like the Shah of Persia's diamond plume. Then the wind waves the branches and the sun comes out and turns all those myriads of beads and drops to prisms that glow and burn and flash with all manner of colored fires, which change and change again with inconceivable rapidity from blue to red, from red to green, and green to gold -- the tree becomes a spraying fountain, a very explosion of dazzling jewels; and it stands there the acme, the climax, the supremest possibility in art or nature, of bewildering, intoxicating, intolerable magnificence. One cannot make the words too strong. |
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I agree totally, LeeAnne. Further, it is an indisputable right of New
Englanders to complain about the weather. The Pilgrims had to take an oath that they would do so before they were allowed to step on the rock. Meanwhile isn't this a lovely short heat wave we are having now? 33F seems positively balmy when I consider that my outdoor thermometer read -3 on Tuesday. In any case, I know spring is coming--my impatiens have started to sprout. Eugenia, zone 6, two twons west of Boston "LeeAnne" wrote in message ... Thank you I think we are gripped quite firmly. I wouldn't want to live in a bubble - I love the changes that New England brings . . . don't like the weather? Just wait a minute. I love Winter and snow and snowmen, uh, snowpersons, sledding, skiing, doing donuts in the car :-) and snowball fights. I love the dead silence you get sometimes when the snow absorbs all noise except your feet squeaking on it .. . . but there is NOTHING like the coming of spring and those first bulbs sprouting up - you know the ones you planted last year and hope they come up, which would make the blisters you got worth it. :-) LeeAnne "Lhemlock" wrote in message ... Get a grip people. If you didn't have a cold period, you wouldn't have your native plant species and your native wildlife. On the other hand, what's wrong with living in an environmentally controlled bubble? |
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20 minutes?!??!?! That's a whole season here in New England, lol
LeeAnne "Anne Jaffray" wrote in message m... wrote in message . com... An environmentally controled bubble..... no thank you. I love the fact that every day is a different day regards to the weather,my favourite type of weather is the frost. Anyway, if every day was the same people would have to think if something alse to talk about! You should try living in Scotland the weather changes every 20 minutes! |
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