The advent of Spring yesterday, Sunday, March 20, was remarkably uneventful due to the dreaded weather triad of cold, damp and grey. I celebrated Spring by putting down a few plastic strips on my garden soil. (I knew last season when my large plastic sheets started to disintegrate that I should cut them into strips and keep them.) I bustled about doing chores in just a hooded sweatshirt even though it was cold and hurried back in the house, to spend the day with computer ramblings separated by the luxurious Sunday ritual of reading the Sunday New York Times, all with PBS in the background, extolling the wonders of nature, the woes of our global land use and the hand-wringing terrible but necessary details of Japanese radiation direct from NHK.
The last two days have been cold-damp-grey, contrasting sharply with the prior two days of warm-bright-sunny and even though I knew better, I couldn’t help but hope for a continuing warmth and sun. After all, it is Spring, right? It would have been so much better to read the Times out on the deck as I did on a recent Sunday, when the main section, the Week in Review, the Book Review and the Magazine were savored with the sun in my eyes and some warmth on deck, even though the few drivers passing by must have wondered, “What the heck is that person doing sitting on a deck outside reading the paper with the snow piled deep all around on the ground?” I may have been an optimistic topic of conversation at a few dinner tables that night.
But, no, the onset of Spring seemed uneventful, even grim.
Wait, rewind. Reframe. The beginning of Spring was heralded the Saturday night before by a beautiful big and bright perigee moon, huge in fact, the biggest in-your-face moon in many years, reminding those of us with a scientific bent that the moon’s orbit around Earth is an ellipse and so the moon is nearer to the earth at that part of the oval which is, well, the nearest, the perigee. So much closer, so much larger, it was amazing to see the difference.
One of the male peacocks decided that it was springlike enough to fan out his voluptuous tail and did his froofy dance for the ladies. Of course they ignored him. But everyone has been honking noticeably more and you know what that means.
The snow is all melted and the grass is green but dry and that of course is a cause for celebration. The little chartreuse green shoots of the tiger lilies are poking up through the soil to say hello and I saw the little buds on the raspberry bushes when I pruned them the other day.
So, Spring is eventful after all. You just have to take notice.