|Out of sync with time--I'll let you pour your own coffee, today!|
I've been feeling a bit out of sorts and edgy the past couple of weeks. Out of sync. I don’t particularly like the feeling. I’m not sure why, but there is a part of me waiting. For what? I don’t know. Maybe I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Could be happening because I’m feeling much better, though not totally at full health but I can see the steady progress. My mind is coming back to life after being on survival mode. My creative side is alive and kicking after close two years of two speeds—stuttering spurts and long grinding stops. Writing ideas, decorating ideas, ranch projects are bombarding my mind. There are so many things I want to do. But I can’t. Not yet.
Then there is the weather, which is certainly not normal and it adds to that feeling of life being out of sync. February is not spring. It’s the tail end of winter here. Usually, from mid December to the end February there is frigid (for us) temps, snow and ice storms in January/February, and brief days that promise spring. This year, it’s all kaddywumpus. I actually turned off the heat during the day for a little over two weeks. Evenings were just cool enough, after the sun went down, to need to take the chill off. March weather.
I think nature is out of sync, too, with the unseasonable mild temperatures, because I have lots of Robins. Sunday several flocks of geese were flying north, the silver maples are creating their red fruit buds (which means tree sap is running), and my Daffodils are budding—I’ll have opens flowers by Monday and Tuesday. I didn’t check, but I bet my early tulips are breaking ground. Even the grass is getting a green haze to it. It’s too soon, by about three weeks, for all this. The last time this happened in southern Missouri, was 2007. Winter came back with a major blast of freezing temps. Half of our trees were partially naked in May and struggling to put forth leaves and normal fruit. I lost an entire apple crop that year because the flowers froze. Even some well-established shrubs and trees died that year—not to mention a lot of our birds and small animals.
On one hand, I’ve liked the warmer winter. Didn’t have to break the ice much this year or shovel out the driveway and paths to the animals. I almost lost my Quarter horse to anemia (he got tangled up with a couple of big seed tick nests) this fall and was dreading weeks of icy cold weather because there wasn’t enough time to fatten him up for the winter and I worried I lose him to pneumonia or whatever. He’s alive and mostly well and still a couple hundred pounds underweight, but he has is shine back. He moves faster than a stumbling shuffle, and I’ve actually caught him trotting. Yay! So, that’s all good.
On the other hand, I’m longing for spring and the winter weather is pretending. It’s out of sync with normal time and that bothers me and puts me on edge. I find myself wanting to put away snow boots and winter coats. I eye my projects lists with longing. I want to dig and build and can't because, despite all the signs, it’s not yet spring.
This week on Over Coffee:
Wednesday: My Funny Valentine, a book written by some of the funniest writers in America, on love and life, including award winning syndicated humor columnists, like John Philipp, one of the contributors in that book.
Friday: Christie Craig will be visiting, talking about Murder, Mayhem, and Mama. Great read that made me laugh and cry.
Other upcoming guests: Jo Robertson, with her latest romantic thriller, Stephen Tremp and Alex Cavanaugh with their latest books in their Sci-fi series, Terry Spear, with her latest para romance, Mike and Kathy Gear with the latest in their Battle of America series. There are many more so be sure to check back.