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Mar. 12th, 2013 10:25 am
Down but not out
Yesterday the world was melting and I felt it was finally turning its back on winter. So I was surprised and dismayed to see the fresh snow this morning, even though I was still coming home last night as the drizzle began to freeze. There's wasn't much of it, but enough to cover the green grass that was beginning to show everywhere. I was hoping it would all burn off before noon, but it's still below freezing up here.
I'm not sure what this means for the daffodils which were already sprouting in the south-facing lawns. Many of them already got tricked once several weeks ago and I wonder if they'll even survive another shock. The crocuses seem not so easily fooled, but I'm surprised not to see a single snowdrop anywhere. Despite all the talk of "global warming" inspired by the mild winter, the daily highs are running about 10℉ below average right now.
I couldn't resist sending my youngest nephew a gift for his birthday. But since I'm not allowed to have a favourite, this means I'm condemned to send each of the little bastards something this year. Trouble is, his is the only one I can remember consistently, since it falls smack between St Patrick's and St Joseph's. However, Sis was feeding me the dates last night and, if I haven't munged them, now I've got a hook to hang each on: IMI is St Crispin's Day, ECI is the feast day of St Louis (our hometown's namesake), and AWI is Sts Peter and Paul.
It's funny what feast days were retained in our local traditions and which were lost. St Nick's is a big deal--we celebrated it both at school and at home--but Carnaval was forgotten completely, even though we lived in a city founded by Frenchmen and heavily salted with Rhinelanders. I guess that's what we get for importing so many of our priests from Ireland. We didn't even get pancakes on Shrove Tuesday!
I'm not sure what this means for the daffodils which were already sprouting in the south-facing lawns. Many of them already got tricked once several weeks ago and I wonder if they'll even survive another shock. The crocuses seem not so easily fooled, but I'm surprised not to see a single snowdrop anywhere. Despite all the talk of "global warming" inspired by the mild winter, the daily highs are running about 10℉ below average right now.
I couldn't resist sending my youngest nephew a gift for his birthday. But since I'm not allowed to have a favourite, this means I'm condemned to send each of the little bastards something this year. Trouble is, his is the only one I can remember consistently, since it falls smack between St Patrick's and St Joseph's. However, Sis was feeding me the dates last night and, if I haven't munged them, now I've got a hook to hang each on: IMI is St Crispin's Day, ECI is the feast day of St Louis (our hometown's namesake), and AWI is Sts Peter and Paul.
It's funny what feast days were retained in our local traditions and which were lost. St Nick's is a big deal--we celebrated it both at school and at home--but Carnaval was forgotten completely, even though we lived in a city founded by Frenchmen and heavily salted with Rhinelanders. I guess that's what we get for importing so many of our priests from Ireland. We didn't even get pancakes on Shrove Tuesday!