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Man, the Yarn Harlot managed to perfectly nail why I have been wicked cranky at the weather lately.
She wrote:
A little while ago, the weather here made that mysterious leap from autumn to early winter, and all of a sudden I can't get warm. The house can't get warm, it's like the heat won't sink in to it and nothing is cozy. I feel like the light of autumn is golden and warm, and then there's this shift, and the trees are bare, and the light (what little of it there is) seems thin and blue. This phase passes. It's a temporary thing, like everyone walking around right now when it's -1 and saying "It's so cold out". Come January you're dreaming of -1, and by March you think that temp is a sign of spring. What seems like the cruelty of early winter will give way soon to deep winter, with snow, darkness and storms outside, and candles, sparkles and coziness in the house. You just have to get over the soul crushing hump of accepting another winter, let your inner thermostat remember how to deal with it.
We keep sinking down to the point where I'm adjusting to it being winter (which I love), but before we can make the last leap of transition to coziness and shelter, mother nature yanks us back to fall with a beautiful 65 degree day. I know that on one hand I should be grateful for the generous beautiful day, but part of me really just wants to get the transition over with, and I won't get caught sweltering or freezing because I did / didn't need a coat yesterday, so why would I today?
Plus, planning a beef stew and then having to eat it on a day better suited to a BBQ just feels WRONG.
She wrote:
A little while ago, the weather here made that mysterious leap from autumn to early winter, and all of a sudden I can't get warm. The house can't get warm, it's like the heat won't sink in to it and nothing is cozy. I feel like the light of autumn is golden and warm, and then there's this shift, and the trees are bare, and the light (what little of it there is) seems thin and blue. This phase passes. It's a temporary thing, like everyone walking around right now when it's -1 and saying "It's so cold out". Come January you're dreaming of -1, and by March you think that temp is a sign of spring. What seems like the cruelty of early winter will give way soon to deep winter, with snow, darkness and storms outside, and candles, sparkles and coziness in the house. You just have to get over the soul crushing hump of accepting another winter, let your inner thermostat remember how to deal with it.
We keep sinking down to the point where I'm adjusting to it being winter (which I love), but before we can make the last leap of transition to coziness and shelter, mother nature yanks us back to fall with a beautiful 65 degree day. I know that on one hand I should be grateful for the generous beautiful day, but part of me really just wants to get the transition over with, and I won't get caught sweltering or freezing because I did / didn't need a coat yesterday, so why would I today?
Plus, planning a beef stew and then having to eat it on a day better suited to a BBQ just feels WRONG.