Spring to be Sprung
On the first official day of Spring we have been revisited by Winter. It got very cold very quickly. The heating is on and rain is lashing against the windows. There are weather warnings on the news about ice and snow.
The worst thing about winter in Ireland is that it starts to effect my life in October and seems to continue until at least May. How can this be, I can hear you yell at your computers? Ireland has a temperate maritime climate and we don’t have extremes of weather. It is never too hot and rarely too cold. It is easy to dress appropriately, eat well and stay comfortable regardless of the time of year. It is either rainy and mild or rainy and a bit cool.
This soft climate does not apply to my beautiful wife who manages to very quickly revert to her mantra of repeating every 15 seconds that she is literally freezing to death. I will continue to enjoy this statement from now until it switches to “I’m too hot” in June.
It has been a very long winter.
I have started to resemble a potato from a winter of sitting indoors, sipping stout and staring at books wearing nothing but a Snuggie. This is taking its toll on my creativity and I am delighted to see the first rising shoots of daffodils. In an effort to banish the last of the winter I am revisiting some of the spring days from last year. I am casting off the Snuggie potato skin and embracing the new season reborn as a beautiful butterfly.
Without winter there would be no time for quiet contemplation. Saturday lie-ins under the duvet surfing the internet or hours spent watching Twin Peaks to see if it does hold the answers to everything in the universe. Or Sunday evenings in a pub with an open fire and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high. Most importantly, without the darkness of winter we wouldn’t fully appreciate the amazing lightness of Spring.