Sunday, January 15, 2012
Cold Day Musings
Some folks experience the winter blues so deeply, they give the impression that the condition is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Not me. I grew up in New England, and if you don't like winter, that's not a good place to be. I loved playing ice hockey on frozen, flooded cranberry bogs. Before our skates scratched up the surface, rendering it translucent then opaque, I was constantly getting distracted by the fish and turtles I could see swimming slowly beneath the ice. On a certain level, I was probably yearning for spring so I could renew my acquaintance with these critters. In Quincy, at 3,500', we are the borderline between true winter and semi-winter. That is, we sometimes get lots of snow but other times get little or none. For instance, despite the bitterly cold mornings, rain is forecast for later this week. Minor variances in conditions in the oncoming front could turn rain to snow or vice versa. I wait. It always interests me to see how various humans and other animals respond. If I take the position of anthropologist, I am pleasantly occupied and don't mind whatever weather Mother Nature delivers. However, I can assure you there is in me an invincible summer. I can hardly wait to resume photographing, drawing, and writing about wildflowers and bugs, and showing others where to find some seldom seen delights of Plumas County.