I know it. You know it. The entire northern hemisphere knows it. So why am I the only one panicking and doomsday prepping like a crazy person? Because I’m keenly attuned to seasonal nuance, that’s why. I can feel the menacing approach of winter from here, early September, when shorts and flip-flops are still a … Continue reading : something wicked this way comes :
Tag: seasons
: yipes, here it comes :
Autumn, with it's cold, damp, dreary darkness, is preparing for the kill. That's its entire purpose, you know: to murder summer. To replace our blissful radiance and warmth with grim decay. No wonder I loathe Fall. The mere thought of what lies ahead gives me chills. Months of bitter cold and little daylight. Naked trees. … Continue reading : yipes, here it comes :
: the annual fall panic :
Is there a name for the extreme fear of being cold? Yes, it's called frigophobia and is a condition from which I suffer. I assure you, suffer is the appropriate word, as it’s both debilitating and expensive. Frankly, I’d rather be hungry, tired, itchy, achy, sweaty, swollen, chapped, chafed, anything but cold. Or even chilled. … Continue reading : the annual fall panic :
: the day the daisies didn’t wilt :
It wasn’t a cause for rejoicing. I nearly took to my bed. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, although it was upsetting. Not unexpected, but definitely upsetting. You see, every morning for months the sun has drilled down with such intensity my potted daisies would wilt in the harsh glare. Their cheerful pink heads would droop, their … Continue reading : the day the daisies didn’t wilt :
: life as a junkie :
With the arrival of cool temperatures and shorter stretches of daylight, I spend the better part of my mornings and afternoons chasing sunshine. I want it direct and undiluted, beamed straight from the planet. Shadows, in these early autumn days, are comfortless cold spots, shrouded in gloom and I avoid them like a contagion. Sunshine … Continue reading : life as a junkie :
: when autumn becomes winter :
Have you noticed how winter tiptoes in during the dead of night, quiet as a fog? You’re lulled to sleep by the soft plash of raindrops and wake to, surprise!, a stark, barren moonscape outside your window. If you can see through the frost. Unlike a visit from Santa or the Tooth Fairy, though, it’s … Continue reading : when autumn becomes winter :
: no, don’t look :
People are wearing jackets. Not only that, they’re raking leaves. They’re putting up storm windows. They’re decorating with ghosts and witches. Most chilling of all, those damn pumpkins are everywhere -- on menus and porches, in windows and lattes. The signs are unmistakable; we’re on the slippery slope to winter. This is unnerving and not because … Continue reading : no, don’t look :
: obituary for summer :
Summer slipped away quietly at 4:20 (EDT) this morning. Words cannot describe the loss, the sense of sorrow; nothing can. The season had been losing strength and vitality in recent days, with the sun retiring earlier in the evenings and needing more time to rise with each passing day. It went peacefully in our sleep. … Continue reading : obituary for summer :
the whirly girl 