Epiphany 2007, 9:30 a.m., Vermont. Sixty degrees. We meet on crisscross journeys to the post office. The weather’s weird, welcome, worrisome. He loves it, but locals are losing their livelihood. His bartender-self observation: “I shouldn’t be standing around on a Friday night in January.”
A friend of mine who lives a little north of Toronto saw a caterpillar a few days ago. And some robins in her tree. The temperature will no doubt drop severely in a week or two and those robins will die. Of course I'm one of those tree-hugging Bolsheviks who says the sky is falling. And it is.
ReplyDeletePS: a while ago I saw some of those famous Canada geese flying north, and AT THE VERY SAME TIME another bunch of them flying south.
ReplyDeleteStupid birds. They're dumb as those skinny polar bears.
A customer told me his Lilacs were considering sprouting. Another said he heard the cherry blossoms in DC were starting to bloom... Oh my! I don;t think we are in Vermont anymore. Anyone interested in going for a SWIM?
ReplyDeleteThese truths are so very inconvenient...
ReplyDeleteLove the alliteration!
ReplyDeleteOn the topic of weather - Jill Sobule wrote a song about the weather in NYC - it is on the Huffington Blog.
Hey everyone: Because of the good weather, I got to take off on a whim on good roads to NYC when I was offered a free Broadway ticket for Sunday night. Just walked in the door here Monday afternoon. NOW it can start snowing. Please? But yes, I too am worried about confused birds, as well as those cherry blossoms at my old stomping grounds. Cedar: I'll have to check out that song.
ReplyDeleteIt is the opposite down here ... miserable-est summer you could imagine so far ... could you spare us a few degrees?
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