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: yipes, here it comes :

September 8, 2019September 22, 2019 ~ the whirly girl ~ 12 Comments

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 :

October 28, 2018May 31, 2020 ~ the whirly girl ~ 12 Comments

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 :

October 7, 2018November 8, 2018 ~ the whirly girl ~ 6 Comments

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 :

October 4, 2017October 9, 2017 ~ the whirly girl ~ 18 Comments

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 :

December 7, 2016December 13, 2016 ~ the whirly girl ~ 17 Comments

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 :

October 23, 2016October 26, 2016 ~ the whirly girl ~ 5 Comments

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 :

September 23, 2015September 23, 2015 ~ the whirly girl ~ 19 Comments

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 :

: is it over yet? :

January 3, 2012February 15, 2012 ~ the whirly girl ~ 18 Comments

Heck, no, it’s just starting. I’m talking about winter -- stoopid, stoopid winter. The season of pointy icicles and towering snowdrifts. You’ve undoutedly seen the idyllic images of ice skaters swanning around on frozen ponds, kids throwing snowballs, apple-cheeked people making snow angels. Don’t be fooled. They’re nuts. Anyone with a lick of sense is … Continue reading : is it over yet? :

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