The past couple of days have been unseasonably warm here in Georgia. I’m not complaining, mind you, but while I enjoyed the warm air and I think my toes might actually have defrosted, I knew better than to trust it.
Sure enough, yesterday just before dark when Miss Sophie and I ventured out, there was a nip in the air again.
I know we haven’t had the snow to deal with like so many in our nation, but I live here for a reason. (Well for several, but the pertinent one right now is that I don’t do snow.)
I thought I loved it when I was a child. I think that had to do with how it caused school to be called off. Just the threat of it sometimes was all it took. As an adult though, I do not care for it at all. Sure, it’s pretty, but it’s cold and slushy and just COLD.
This morning when I took Miss Sophie out for her morning constitutional, I opened the door, and the wind and cold took my breath away.
Holding the leash in one hand, I immediately used my other one to open up my phone and look at the weather app. I wanted to KNOW. I mean I knew it was cold, but I wanted to know “how cold.” (Because apparently my nose freezing up immediately and my breath coming out in visible puffs and not being able to feel my fingers wasn’t evidence enough.)
39. Wind chill 34.
See? I KNEW it was cold.
As we walked and I urged Miss Sophie to tend to her business a little faster, I listened to the birds singing. I saw the cat Domino. They didn’t need an app to know it was cold. They didn’t have an app to prepare them for this cold weather. They just existed. I wondered if they were able to read signs that our people once paid close attention to. I don’t know of many who can read the old weather signs much anymore. We depend on the News Reports and the weather apps and there’s even that whole channel dedicated to weather and all that goes with it.
For goodness’ sake, I KNEW it was cold, and I still had to double-check the app.
It amazes me how dependent we as a people (okay ME) have become on electronics and the internet and all of these apps.
I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but I do wonder what would have happened if I tried to pull out my phone and tell my Granny what the weather was going to be next week. I’m thinking I might have gotten an earful.
The thing is today was cold. Next week (according to the app) it will be warmer. But I don’t trust it. I know March 20 is the first day of spring, but I also know that Easter isn’t until April 5. Granny always said there’d be an Easter cold snap. That’s why folks who know don’t plant their gardens until Good Friday, two days before Easter. And every single year, I’ve watched spring tease us and then step back and let that cold snap come right in and take over for a bit. Granny was right.
Every single time. Without an app.
Tonight I’m thankful for the birds and the cat (and all the other critters–except the snakes and spiders, I can only be so charitable) who survive and even thrive despite the cold. I’m thankful for whatever tips them off that it’s going to be cold so they can do what they need to do to be okay. I’m thankful for the wisdom of the folks from way back–knowing about things like Easter cold snaps–that they passed along the line. Most of all, I’m thankful that, even though it’s not quite here, there is a light at the end of the frozen tunnel–and its name is spring.
Love and warm wishes to all.