melting
January 7, 2008 by moriahjoy
Can someone please explain to me how I live in the north, in the dead of winter, with my heat off and my apartment is registering 75 degrees F?!?! When just two days ago, we had over six inches of snow on the ground?!?!?!?!?! And it was 20 degrees F?
Where’s the snow?! What on earth is going on? Do I bring out the bathing suit or what?
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I love 70% dark chocolate.
In case that wasn’t known by now.
And broccoli.
Not together.
In case that was in question.
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Will you go for a walk?
The weather pattern recently has been unpredictable for sure.
Mmm, broccoli and chocolate are two of the world’s greatest foods! Although not together, of course. I’ve had plenty of chocolate lately, but not much broccoli…maybe I should switch it up a little.
We were spoiled with 50 degree weather for a few days, but it’s back to cold again. Since being spoiled with the lovely weather, I’ve been at the end of my rope with the cold. The snow isn’t melting on the side roads, and I’ve had it. I keep dreaming of sipping rum on the beach in Jamaica with a reggae beat floating softly on the Caribbean breeze. I really think that’s where I ought to be. Do you have a preference for a particular season?
I’m a spring and autumn girl - I absolutely LOVE the fall - the color of the leaves, the crisp air hitting your lungs, making you gasp with pleasure, the smell of burning leaves teasing your nose…the hot chocolate after a cold hike in the woods, making your nose run a little, your cheeks flush, and your eyes sparkle. I love the sound of the leaves crunching under your feet, watching a lone leaf flutter and twirl her way down to the earth below, and the giant oaks being laid bare, in preparation for winter…I love the pumpkin, the acorn squash, the squirrels scampering about, preparing hurriedly for the impending cold to come…I love bonfires and campfires and fires in the fireplace…and the cozy warm nights spent curled up on a couch, the cold seeping in only slightly along the edge of the windowpanes…leaving its mark in little frosting patterns around the window sills…enjoying the warmth under a blanket and a good book and a fabulous cup of tea.
I’m a sucker for fall. ;)
And then spring - spring in all her glory as she raises her face to her Creator to sing the doxology through new life, resurrection after a cold, dormant winter…the green shoots of grass forcing their way through the cold, seemingly barren ground…bursting forth upon the scene, hinting at the full explosion of life yet to come…the birds coming back from their summer quarters…the buds on the trees starting to unfurl and dress their owners properly…the smell of warm rain mixing with the thawing dirt, tantalizing your senses…calling forth to new life in you after a wearing winter - I love going barefoot for the first time, the warmth and cold mix of earth beneath your toes sending electric shocks through your body…the newly drenched, damp ground massaging your feet…I love splashing through warm puddles after a spring rain…I love watching the rain make its way lazily down the windowpanes while also curled up on the couch with a good book.
The couch with a good book is a favorite spot of mine. *grin*
Spring comes in second to Fall only by a hair.
Sigh.
it’s called “January Thaw” (the melting)
Last year at this time,I took the motorcycle out for the day…..
This year,I’m not that organized…..
I’d love to go for a walk if only to discuss how much of an evil vegetable broccoli is. Seriously, it even looks evil!
Eeyore, welcome. =) I don’t remember January thaws being quite this noticeable growing up; it seems to be a new feature of the last few years? Or perhaps my memory is hazy and vague…a motorcycle ride sounds fabulous at the moment, if only because I have yet to experience one and have always wanted to and it sure beats office work.
Red Wine Gums - I’m not sure who dropped you on your head as a child ;), but I’m very sorry for the apparent disorientation you have suffered regarding the amazing quality and value of the vegetable broccoli. I can only hope with much therapy you will one day come to see the light. Until then, I’ll pray for your soul.