THE BIG SISSIES
This must be Sissy Weather –
See any goldfish in there? Nope.
I have more than three dozen so far this year, and they’ve all disappeared because it got a little chilly out there. The big sissies. They’ve been gone all day.
For my part, I’ve been enjoying the cool winds all day. I kept the windows open today, in 62 degree temperatures, so now my house is . . . about 62 degrees inside. It’s going to get down to the low 50s tonight – and I’m NOT turning on my furnace. Quilts, hot tea, and a stack of books are what cold houses are for!
The Weather Channel has not announced our three or four spells of “unseasonably: cold weather this Spring – temperatures “way below average.” (They do, however, enthusiastically announce wherever the temperatures are warmer than average. Must be that that “climate change” is going in only one direction.)
I’ve been much more active in this cool weather.
I’m just getting started on my herb garden, and I promised myself I’d take a year or two off of tomato growing. Maybe the Great Midwestern Tomato Blight will be done by then. I live around enough Amish farmers to make a trip to the Farmer’s Market a better alternative.
All of my neighbors are busy trying to keep up with late Spring yard chores, so that the summer’s growth doesn’t become overwhelming. Like these pretty flowers surrounding St. Joseph –
I didn’t plant those flowers. Every day they seem to get bigger and thicker. Turns out they are an “invasive species” and they are efficiently invading my space. So rather than “growing” things this year, my summer will be busy “ungrowing” things.
Sometimes we need to stop growing things, to “ungrow,” to cut back, to weed out — oh, I think I’m talking other things: my books, my extra possessions that are “extra” for no particular purpose, all my photos, and all the photos on my computer desktop waiting to be used . . .
I’ve just taken a kind of interlude from more serious issues. I need the courage and prudence to say things in just the right way, because our civilization is at stake. It’s so easy to let it go, to make no remarks, for “good people to do nothing,” — to be a big Sissy.
Well. That’s not our gray sky through the trees. That’s still looking down at the pond, at the empty pond; still nobody there.
The big sissies.