Saturday, February 25, 2017
Friday, February 24, 2017
The witch hazel flowers are small, but the crack of color they are marks for me the time between two seasons. If Nabokov was right in saying our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities, well, then you surely ought to stop for a second to celebrate these fleeting flecks of yellow (and in some cases,or cultivars rather, orange and red) here in the winter of right now. I did.
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 11:54 AM
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
It's not sunny today nor cold and crisp like it was the first time I remember standing slack-jawed in front of some blooming witch hazel in February.
It hasn't just rained either like another sighting in a winter gone by.
Still it feels magical though to catch a little glimpse of color this time of year out of the corner of your eye and to walk toward it, knowing this time pretty much exactly what delightful thing it is you will find.
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 11:56 AM
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Today ain't a walking weather kind of day. That's for sure. Seems more like winter actually wants to assault somebody. It isn't so much that a hard rain is falling as the sky is launching little daggers of ice.
Still this winter has been mostly mild and at least one day a week the sun has managed to make an appearance, breaking through the clouds and the gray. And those days? Well winter doesn't seem so tough at all. And Hofstra? It's a pretty spectacular place to go for a walk.
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 1:02 PM
Friday, February 10, 2017
It was hard to believe the weathermen and their winter storm warnings on Wednesday. Not while the mercury was reaching some record highs. But come Thursday and sure enough outside the window the snow was coming down (really more blowing sideways than falling) for most of the day. And then, in almost as sudden and dramatic a change as when the snowstorm blew in, the snow stopped falling and the sky transformed once again.
It's not every 24 hours that the weather threatens you with whiplash.
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 9:52 AM
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
On a lark, and just maybe like a lark, spring came flying into New York today soaring on a balmy breeze. Maybe she just wanted to say hello to remind you of who she is?
It feels like spring today with only the flowers of last summer and hues of winter and fall to clue you in on the fact that it's still February after all. Tomorrow's forecast says snow but it's like all the seasons are here just for today.
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 11:26 AM
Monday, February 6, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
According to the Chinese 2017 is the Year of the Rooster but for me it can be the Year of the Crow if I say it is. And I do. Seems like whereever I go these days I am always lucky enough to be treated to some fantastic crow show. Is it me tracking them or is it the other way around?
Posted by Sweetgum Thursday at 11:08 AM