Where the Hell is Spring?

Where the hell is Spring? Kitty can't wait to go on the (enclosed) porch and spend hours watching the birds.  Instead she's confined to a small perch on the window sill.

I took this picture back in February.  It is now April and the vernal equinox is several weeks behind us. Most of the snow has melted, but it hasn't been all that warm. There was heavy rain in late March which washed away most of it.

As the snowbanks gradually became smaller, I took pictures of them just to see how long they would take to finally disappear.

The first photo was in February after we had a major monster snowstorm.  I used cars as a frame of reference.  My guess was that this snowbank was at least eight feet high.

The next one was taken a month later.  Notice how the snow became darker and dirtier.  The snowbank shrank maybe a couple of feet. 

Early April:  Snow loses to springtime sun, but not quickly enough:  It's about four feet high.  It will take some serious warm weather to make this disappear.

Although it's officially spring (I don't go by the calendar, but by the crocuses in the flower beds), I still haven't ditched the winter coat and the boots yet.  The first crocus came up the same day that I took the previous picture (April 2).  Several days later they popped their purple heads out all at once.

April is a very cruel month, and on tonight's news I heard a forecast for sleet and freezing rain, as well as a winter weather advisory for tonight and early tomorrow.

Maybe spring has been cancelled this year.  After all, there was a year without a summer.  I find that prospect depressing.

Since April is National Poetry Month, and I didn't include a poem for this post since I've been involved in a number of projects (including the dreaded spring cleaning), here's the link to T.S. Eliot's poem "The Waste Land."

Once everything turns green and colorful around here it won't look so much like a wasteland anymore.

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The End of Winter, Snow Mountains, Shopping Carts, Baba Marta, and March Madness

Winter Haiku #2

winter snow on the
freezing ground lingers
where the hell is spring?
KDB 2014

There is something about the end of winter that's extremely messy.

The large mountains of snow in the parking lots are finally starting to melt, and it's fascinating to see what surprises they yield.  They are also quite disgusting from the road dirt.  I think our air is polluted, too because snow never stays white for more than a day or so.  We are breathing in that nasty stuff.  The dirt in snowbanks and the dust on your furniture is air pollution.  When it comes to pollution, the United States is becoming more like China every day..

An anthropologist two hundred years from now would have a field day analyzing the junk buried in a snow mountain from a parking lot. But the garbage will have been cleaned up long before then. What kind of stuff shows up after the snow melts?

Crusts of pizza, frozen and long abandoned, become sustenance for hungry seagulls. There are soda cans, pizza boxes, and plastic bags: all the flotsam and jetsam of modern society.  Long buried shopping carts, frozen into the ice mountain, magically appear come March.

I'm surprised the Mafia or the gangbangers haven't thought of this method of disposing dead bodies. Think of all the mammoths from the Ice Age that were frozen for posterity and found many centuries later.

There is a book titled The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America, A Guide to Field Identification. The author classified them by category by location and condition, much like a naturalist would categorize flora and fauna. He must be a Virgo with a lot of time on his hands. Read the book reviews, they're quite funny.

Here is the cart I used on a recent shopping trip.  Notice the dirty snowbank in the background.  Some of this snow dates from the first snowstorm in January, and not much has melted since then.  It has been a horrible winter.

Shopping carts have sociological significance. People who can't afford cars use them to bring home groceries. Homeless people use them to transport their worldly goods.  Nothing gets as much abuse as a shopping cart.  Everyone except the store owners (who spend a lot of money on them) see them as expendable. They often get pushed off ravines and into rivers.

The Aldi Supermarket, where I shop for gourmet ethnic food at discount prices, has the right idea.  They have coin-operated shopping carts, and most of them get returned to the store.

Supposedly there is another snowstorm on the way soon.  It's March for goodness sakes, usually by now the crocuses have started to pop up in my front yard.

The Bulgarians have a holiday on March 1, honoring a lady named Baba Marta (Grandma March).  You have to wear a red and white charm, called a Martenitsa for good luck, to ward off winter and bring on spring.  Maybe it's time to get this custom started in the United States, especially since they already have spring weather in Bulgaria.

I am sick of winter!

If you want to learn more about this charming custom, read my companion blog, The Alien Diaries. Maybe it's time to get everyone to wear a Martenitsa. We can make it an arts and crafts project in our schools. It might even take the edge of March Madness, when all the sports crazies are glued to the couch watching basketball.

Here's to an early spring!

Announcement!

Three of my poems (pages 62-64)  have been published recently in The Art of Being Human, Volume 9,  an anthology of international poetry. What a wonderful collection of great poetry from around the world! Thank you, Daniela Voicu and Brian Wrixon, for making this possible.  .

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A New Year, A New Beginning, and Why I Hate Winter

photo: Light And Shadow at West Potomac Park, Washington DC

©Katley Demetria Brown 2013

Happy New Year 2014! And thank you for stopping by.

This is the first post of Light and Shadow, a blog dedicated to poetry, photography, and a little bit of this and that. I will also be offering chapbooks for sale at a future date on this site. By writing, I hope to raise some money for a future trip to Bulgaria.

Light and Shadow will be different from my other blog, The Alien Diaries.  It will complement the Alien Diaries, and refer to it periodically. If you like music from the Balkans, or music and dance in general, it's well worth a look.

Each month there will be a different theme with a poem, a photo, or both. 

Today's theme is Why I Hate Winter. It's February, and it's bitterly cold.  There is about a foot of snow on the ground right now, and more to come this weekend.  The entire blade of this shovel is covered in snow.

That's nothing compared to the February snowstorm of 2013, which was a real blockbuster.  It lasted for two days, left 24" of snow on the ground, and we couldn't go anywhere by car until the snowplow reached our street.  My husband was up early the day it ended and he managed to shovel the walk. A helpful neighbor came by his snowblower and blew out some of the driveway.

The street wasn't plowed until later that afternoon. This YouTube video shows the tractor with the plow attachment assigned to clear our street. A truck with four wheel drive would have been a better choice.  The motor on this vehicle sounds very sick.

There was once a time when I enjoyed winter.  I was young, didn't have to worry about shoveling snow, and even worse, driving in it.  Snow was magic. Packed down, it made for excellent sled runs on the hills of Soundview Houses in the Bronx, where I grew up.

I used to ski on it, sled on it, and play in it.  Not anymore.

That all changed when I moved to Massachusetts, which is colder and snowier than the Bronx, and I had to drive everywhere, even when it snowed. Although schools take snow days, those of us who work for a living have to go to work unless the snow makes it totally impossible.

I got older and my cold tolerance plummeted.

Heating oil is expensive, so I keep my house cold.  Once in a while I turn on the heat and huddle by the radiator and share my thoughts on one of my blogs.

The thing I hate most is shoveling snow.  It involves being out in the cold and wind; gloves and boots get wet, and it's very physically demanding work.  It can also be fatal to those with a heart condition, fortunately I am in good enough shape for hard labor.

And finally, here's a haiku I wrote about shoveling the driveway.  It is the first in the series of haikus about winter.

Winter Haiku #1

Time to shovel it
Wet, cold, heavy and white
The driveway awaits.

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