Tuesday - 333rd

Just in case you live in a northern state and you think that the trauma of the pandemic, of a polar vortex week, of having kids underfoot, of the sameness of each solitary day are all just too much, do take note of this: today, the first bunches of daffodils appeared in our grocery store's flower buckets. And as it was a grocery ordering day, I had an early morning delivery... 

 (sunrise over farmette lands)

 

 

... that included this beautiful face of spring:

(an incongruous pairing: daffodils next to a candle with a lovely scent of a Christmas tree; we are in a period of transition!)

I know that daffodils come late to our gardens here. We have to wait until April for that. But grocery store daffodils (possibly the cheapest flower ever sold) are a fine start of what's to come. Think of it -- below that frozen ground, things are stirring restlessly, waiting for that moment when shoots can break ground and announce the coming of spring!

 

 

 

Just not today.

Breakfast, after I shave Ed's beard. How about a pre-Valentine photo of the two of us?

Okay, so there are daffodils. That's great. But one cannot escape the elephant in the room -- the bitter cold. I see that when the groceries are being dropped off on the chair at the end of the driveway, it's -9F (-23C). And worse -- by Sunday night it will be twice that number below zero. What to do, what to do...

Here's my strategy (after I'm done appreciating the daffodils):

First, I think of the people who live in regions where this reading isn't all that unusual. Imagine those who inhabit northern Finland. Or northern Canada. Their skin must positively crackle from the cold! So I'm grateful. And I turn the thermostat up a little. After all, Ed is sitting with a quilt over him in the middle of the day. That's how cold it is. (It is true that under that quilt, he is wearing shorts.)

Secondly, we go skiing. Because outdoor sports do get you out of your polar-vortex-that's-lasting-way-too-long funk. Really they do. (I see that many do not share this view. Once again, the trail is completely empty.)

Third -- there's the candle. As I mentioned, I have one more Christmas tree (very lightly) scented soy candle and picking up that whiff of a Christmas tree reminds me that we could still be in mid December, waiting for that holiday, instead of in the middle of February, waiting for daylight savings time (March 14th!) to get here.

Finally, I cook up a big pot of chili. I picked out two bags of tomatoes from the big freezer and I set the big yellow pot on our stove for a night (or two or three, depending on our appetites) of gut warming chili. (Yes, it's true: I add chicken sausage to ours. People do all sorts of crazy things to their chili.)

(Primrose, joining me for a FaceTime chat, watching me cook)

Tell a child there's a polar vortex stuck over your town and they'll shrug their shoulders and keep on playing. And so should we. Yep, and so should we.