A little of this. A little of that.
“January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.”
~ Christina Rossetti
“January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.”
~ Christina Rossetti
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.
~Arthur Rubinstein
Spring is strong and virtuous,
Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,
Quickening underneath the mold
Grains beyond the price of gold.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long midsummer day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snowmen
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing,
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
~Ogden Nash
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubinstein
The calendar tells
me that Spring
begins on March 20
at 12:30 a.m.
Weather people tell
me a snow storm is
going to happen on
the very first day of
a brand new season.
They .said we can
expect up to a foot
of heavy wet snow.
You got to love
the El Nino weather
patterns.
“To be interested in the changing seasons is . . . a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”
– George Santayana
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. -George Santayana
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When I was listening to the radio this morning, the mid-morning, early-afternoon DJ, announcer or whatever they are called, was making mention of Autumn beginning this Saturday, the 20th. Well, it does not start on that date. It is September 23, the same day as my late father’s birthday was. Then about an hour later she said the same thing again, about the date that Autumn begins.
I was tempted to take a wake over to the radio station, which is just around the corner from where I live, and tell her or someone to tell when the correct date is. I mean, is it too much to take a look at the calendar to see what day the new season begins.
Its just one of those things in life that bugs the shit out of me.
A Pondering Mind 9/15/2014
Since this is Groundhog Day, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, crawled back to his place. This means six more weeks of winter.
According to the calendar, there is six more weeks to go of the winter season, and then spring takes over. So what’s the big deal?
Oh well.
A Pondering Mind 2014
