The wonders of living above the 45th parallel...
Location: 45.7° N 122.8° W
Every year this catches me by surprise, right around the daylight savings switch over. In the winter, I use sunset as my cue to start making whatever it is that passes for the night's dinner. It could be something special - though likely it's not - or it could be fairly plain. But, living this far north (those of you who live further north can snort now) there's a slight problem with that. On the winter solstice, the actual sunset is 4:48pm. Today (almost 3 months in advance of the summer solstice) it's 8:15 pm, which means dinner will be around 9 at night. Since the spouse is up and at work by 6:30 or 7, he'd rather not eat that late, and he starts to get crabby about the timing of dinner. Not too crabby, because that would mean I'd get to say "make your own, then" ....
But it's LIGHT right now, which feels like a rare gift, and, with the exception of yesterday's cold rain, it's been mostly clear and in the mid-60s during the day. Unfortunately this is False Spring, as opposed to True Spring, which is whatever couple weeks between here and July it chooses to occur. You never know 'til it's over. "Oh, okay, now it's Early Summer Rain, so those last couple of nice weeks must have been True Spring."
The cherry trees are done blooming and the blossoms cover everything on the ground, the daffodils and little irises are just finishing and the tulips opening up. Well, they are for people who, you know, GARDEN. That would not be me. I've seen pictures in the paper and I've seen actual gardens in my long, long walks with the dog.
Every year this catches me by surprise, right around the daylight savings switch over. In the winter, I use sunset as my cue to start making whatever it is that passes for the night's dinner. It could be something special - though likely it's not - or it could be fairly plain. But, living this far north (those of you who live further north can snort now) there's a slight problem with that. On the winter solstice, the actual sunset is 4:48pm. Today (almost 3 months in advance of the summer solstice) it's 8:15 pm, which means dinner will be around 9 at night. Since the spouse is up and at work by 6:30 or 7, he'd rather not eat that late, and he starts to get crabby about the timing of dinner. Not too crabby, because that would mean I'd get to say "make your own, then" ....
But it's LIGHT right now, which feels like a rare gift, and, with the exception of yesterday's cold rain, it's been mostly clear and in the mid-60s during the day. Unfortunately this is False Spring, as opposed to True Spring, which is whatever couple weeks between here and July it chooses to occur. You never know 'til it's over. "Oh, okay, now it's Early Summer Rain, so those last couple of nice weeks must have been True Spring."
The cherry trees are done blooming and the blossoms cover everything on the ground, the daffodils and little irises are just finishing and the tulips opening up. Well, they are for people who, you know, GARDEN. That would not be me. I've seen pictures in the paper and I've seen actual gardens in my long, long walks with the dog.