Friday, March 29, 2013

The Sprinter Season

Sunlight melts the frost from the meadow. The last droplets cling to the eaves as they continue their journey from ice crystals to ground water. Rainbow light paints the ceiling- courtesy of some unseen prism. It is springish this morning- sunny, leaves budding, a few flowers coming out and barely above freezing. It is the time between Winter and Spring: Sprinter. It is an appropriate name for this time of year: birds are starting to sprint, gardeners sprint outside when there is a few good days, cyclists go out for quick rides, and people's attitudes surge forward into thoughts of spring and summer (Sprummer?).

Yesterday's paper and online weather reported  that today would be rainy, but now the reports are for a sunny day. My expectation was that I'd have a day indoors with a short time outside. Some days the report is the reverse and we wait and wait for the day to get nice. Being so close to the Pacific isn't the best place to be if someone wants consistent weather.

Stability, do we ever really have that? We certainly don't have that in the climate, along rivers, or the side of a steep hill. As people we don't have that either. It seems that we, as people, want this mythic state of mental/physical/emotional stasis. Maybe that is why so many "snowbirds" draft behind the vultures and hummingbirds in the winter. People have their ups and downs- some more severe than others. Some experience the pain and suffering of life as if they were in the Arctic: dramatic cold in the winter and excessive heat in the summer. Others are "Equatorial"- there really isn't much change throughout the year. We idealize the equatorial person- strong, confident, competent, and seemingly unflappable.

The Willamette Valley is mild and we are not used to extremes. Out here we may get temperatures in the teens (not this year, VERY mild winter) or a few days of 100 degree weather (we'll see what happens). A true "temperate zone".