Seems like we’re stuck in an Arctic weather pattern here in New England. After a couple of mild winters, this January feels like the real thing. Which is not to say that global warming isn’t happening. Global weather patterns are shifting in unpredictable ways, and this winter is just part of the mix.
I find it challenging, to say the least. Even at home, with the heat on, I am in multiple layers. My ultra-warm alpaca sweater jacket that I made in December turns out to be one of the best things I’ve ever sewn. Good timing.
With single-digit windchill, I’ve had to keep indoors more. But on Monday afternoon, when the temperature hit 30°F, I pushed myself out the door in all my winter gear and took my 25 minute walk around the neighborhood. Even without any wind to speak of, my eyes were cold. Nonetheless, I was glad I did it. Walking really clears my head. I sleep better. The air smelled clean and crisp. A few birds were singing (aren’t they cold, too?). And the ice-crusted snow glowed in late afternoon sunlight.
Best of all, in late January, I realized that the sun was not quite as low on the horizon at 3 o’clock. Indeed, it’s still a bit light now at 5 o’clock. Whatever weather and climate disruptions we must face and strive to mitigate, at least there is this one constant. Our precious planet spins on its annual trip around our sun, and the days grow longer, once again.
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The change in the length of daylight at this time of year really is noticeable, especially in my kitchen window as I am getting dinner started. It’s so fast! David tried to explain to me what that is, but I fear I did not get it. At least, can rejoice in its happening!