It took a long time for me to understand about seasons going out or coming in like a “lamb” and “lion.” Is it for real?
If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.
Sandi Duncan, managing editor of the Farmer’s Almanac explores this saying. She asks if there’s any truth to the saying and states, “Weather sayings are as colorful as our imagination. ” She closes by declaring that the saying is “more of a rhyme rather than a true weather predictor.” Then she offers a few more of those sayings to consider. You can explore it further in her short article..
Pondering what happens, I think about the metaphor. It might come in like a lamb, that is gently. That it just slips in or out without any fuss. Or does it have to “roar in” like an angry beast, that is like a lion, and make people take notice. That may be the case for this winter that’s been rather unusual and at times quite dramatic.
This week we had an ice storm, one in which the rain and freezing rain coated branches of trees, driveways, and all the little flower buds. Yesterday as we drove across town to our family Easter gathering, we noticed ice-coated branches lying on the ground under their equally ice-laden trees. Deejays on the radio declared that hydro crews were concerned about power interruptions once the ice on the lines starts to break off. Indeed, the ice falling from the lines nearby startled me when I was out taking pictures and some people were without power for hours, including members of our own family who came to our house to warm up and have breakfast.
In spite of the dreary skies and broken branches, the freezing rain left behind some rather interesting sights in my garden and other places once the sun came out.
last season’s stems of gaillardia
a crystallized arc of bearberry
frozen daffodil stems
It even froze the water coming out of the downspout mid-pour
This may well be the last of winter, now that one hint of spring has already shown itself. I’m hearing and feeling that we’re ready for spring to come to stay.
Photos © by C. Wilker, unless otherwise noted.
Although winter seemed to have left us, we’re still in February and in that month we can have anything from thaw to heaps of snow. The snow started falling last evening, following up the rain we had during the afternoon, and so it was no surprise this morning to see a thicker covering of snow on the roofs, the cars that sit outside as well as on the ground and filling in the crooks of the trees.
blanket over my garden
little caps on the sedum blooms of last summer
Garbage morning, can you tell? And we know which way the snow came from.
I like how the snow clumps on the ends of the branches
I think some small animal was up earlier than me.
Snow fills in some of the spaces on this chicken wire where my morning glories climb in summer.
All photos, unless otherwise noted are copyright of C. R. Wilker
Did you ever think about one day being a parent, how different life could be? Did you plan for all the activities you would introduce to us? And might you have guessed you’d outlive your parents by this many years?
We celebrate you for who you’ve been to us:
A kind father who made time to play with us, build sandbox and swing set, teeter totter (and replace those boards later), not to mention teaching us to skate and play baseball, two of your favourite activities. We had fun doing it too, and it was always good for an activity when we had certain company.
A father who taught us many things such as the names of trees, plants and flowers and who made a celebration of going to the bush each spring to pick flowers (the abundant ones we could pick) for Mother’s Day.
A hero who taught us it’s okay to make time for fun, to laugh and that crying is not shameful but a very real part of life sometimes.
A father who taught us to drive the riding lawnmower, the tractors, the truck and a car, and who taught us how to operate machinery safely because you wanted us to be safe and around for a long time.
A father who was a good role model and loved our mother. He was faithful and showed us, as Mom did, that it’s sometimes good to put others first and help them out in need. We saw the results of that later when the tornado hit, how neighbours worked together to help each other out, and Mom and Dad received too.
A person with a good sense of humour but who also valued who we were as individuals and never asked us to be anything but ourselves. And a person who can now enjoy seeing his grand and great-grand children and can enjoy a good visit, jig saw puzzles and a good show on television.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We love you very much. I hope you know just how much.