The frogs have gone silent. Spring is on hold
As the forest reverts to wraps of white.
The whining child complains he is cold
Despite the high sunshine’s dazzling light.
How fickle is hope. A weather-vane’s swing
From warm south to cold north invalidates
The misty-eyed vows made when hope was king.
Dethroned, he slinks to the shadows and waits.
Who will believe him, next time he strides forth?
Has he no shame? No sense of remorse?
And will I ever learn, or bet on the horse
That threw me? It is par for the course
That the whining child is soon seen heading
For the hills, to go joyously sledding.
There are many reasons the workers at my Farm-childcare are fed up with winter, and this is only one of them: (Or actually over 50).
The spring peepers were singing for only a single day last week, and then the cold came charging back to shut them up. On Monday morning the drive to work crossed a dust of snow swirling on the frozen pavement. We were hoping the dusting would be only a dusting.
The weekend’s howling winds had flattened the basketball hoops.
And then it just snowed and snowed, until we had more than we got all winter, and pulling into work next day looked like this:
About the only consolation was that, in December, it would have been pitch dark at 6:15 AM.
We had to take things out that had been put away until next winter.
Some children got more exercise than others.
But the sun is as high as it is on Labor Day, and the snow can’t stay long.
A great project will never be completed, as the shell-shocked grass gets back to greening.
We had two successive mornings with temperatures down to 13 degrees (-10.6 Celsius) and nothing looked eager to bud out, however I noticed something, looking at the trees.
The lichen on the trunks of the trees had changed from an ashen gray to a very light pistachio green. I thought the kids might be interested in this, and told them to gather around, and explained a little about how lichen is actually two lives living together, a fungus and an algae.
I went on to explain how lichen can live in the frozen north, is completely untroubled by frost, and grows as soon as it gets above freezing. I explained moss also is quick to respond to the slightest warmth.
I can find this sort of stuff very engrossing, but when I looked up, expecting to see small faces filled with wonder, I saw my class was like April snow, and had faded fast.
Fortunately my wife didn’t see this interlude. She would have reminded me I’m suppose to keep my eyes on the children, not on the lichen.
We were only able to coax a snow flurry this morning out of the latest system. The important news is that the mother load of Arctic air is now plunging down into the country. It was as cold as -9 F in Minnesota this morning, quite remarkable for April 9th. I imagine there will be very major damage to the various fruit trees that bloomed early in many places. Yet another cold outbreak around the middle of next week. Global warming has definitely gone back into hiding.
The 17 Attorneys General have issued an arrest warrant for “Mother Nature”, a well-known “denier” of AGW.
http://www.cnsnews.com/news/article/eric-scheiner/top-law-enforcement-protect-and-expand-climate-change-agenda
Yikes!
Sometimes its hard to focus on local weather, when such a storm is going on in the political world.
On the other hand, sometimes the world seems so crazy it is good to just go for a walk in a local world that is real, and not “concepts”, “agendas”, and “philosophies”.
In the end Truth will be victorious, for Truth is Real.
The Truth yesterday was showers of that puffy hail called “graupel”. It reminds me of small pellets of Styrofoam, or something from a Dr. Seuss book, and makes me feel we can never be sure exactly what Mother Nature has up her sleeve next. Our mortal imaginations are small, even petty, compared to what Truth has already made real.