The Last Day of Winter
March 19, 2012
Oh, what a beautiful mornin’! (Sing it, Hugh Jackman!) That ol’ weepin’ willa is laughin’ at me!
I love springtime so much. I’m a sucker for it. The redbuds, whitebuds, chickweed, tulips–you can find me out in the yard staring up at the oak tree branches. My friend Joanna just made a salad out of stuff from her yard: redbud blossoms, dandelion leaves and flower, chickweed, garlic grass, bittercress seed pods, violet leaves and flowers. I get it: it’s all so beautiful that you want to eat it.
Tomorrow is the Vernal Equinox, one of the two times of the year when daylight and dark are equal. Over at the Old Farmer’s Almanac, you can go all weather crazy with those people. I like their motto, “Useful, with a pleasant degree of humor.” So much more tolerable than the Weather Channel, where they make you feel like a loser unless you’ve got an F5 tornado in your back yard.
Another name for tomorrow is the First Day of Spring. This sent me into a bit of a tailspin this weekend as I surveyed the woolly knitting projects that have loitered in the corners of the house, ignored by me as I get BOWLING AVENUE ready to go. The most alarming, of course, is that most perfectly wintry of projects, Kate Davies’s brilliant Boreal pullover.
I had Fair Isle paralysis on this second sleeve, total lockdown freakout. After facing into this appalling inability to work twenty more rows so I can get on with the yoke, I managed to do 14 of them this weekend, which is enough momentum to push me on to maybe get to the end of this great pattern. I do reserve the right, however, to put these snowflakes into cold storage until the fall, when it will be the perfect project to resurrect on the Autumnal Equinox, that other day of the year when day and night are the same length.
“Oh, the cattle are standing like statues.” Seriously, Oklahoma! has to be the trippiest musical ever.
PS Those two paperweights are my latest find, six bucks apiece, from my most recent trip to Southeastern Salvage. My motto for this place: “Whatever. And lots of it.” At the moment, they have a 13-foot-long leather sofa that I wish somebody would adopt.
Requires three coffee tables. Perfect for gatherings with people you don’t really like.