Saturday, March 27, 2010

Can't Help Writing About The Weather

All things are relative, and one of the most relative things I know is the weather. Or rather, the perception of weather, specifically, the perception of temperature.

In the middle of a heat wave, with the thermometer in the 90s, a drop to the high 80s brings blessed relief. Likewise, less than a month ago, many of us Vermonters and flatlanders alike were out crunching around in our frozen gardens looking for signs of spring, sans gloves, hat or even coat, with the temperature in the 20s.

But then there was a string of days when the daytime temperature rose above freezing, though the nights were still frosty--maple syrup-making weather. These were followed by a week or so when the hens' water dish was--miracle of miracles--still liquid in the morning (this brought the syrup-making season to a close).

Then yesterday the wind blew all day. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I wanted to be outside working in the sun, but the wind was too strong. I wanted to do some work inside, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. I felt chilled and out of sorts. I assumed it was the wind.

At night, I tried to read in bed, but couldn't get comfortable. I got up and put on a fleece turtleneck over my pajamas. That was not enough, so I added a pair of warm socks (I never wear socks to bed). Finally I turned off the light and tunneled under the duvet and fell asleep thinking of those medieval illustrations of people lying in bed wearing weird turbans and caps.

This morning it was 16 outside...and 55 in the house. The furnace was down! My husband made a fire in the wood stove and a call to the repairman. I put on lots of clothes and did chores. Not a single chickadee was singing. While pooper scooping the frozen yard, my gloved fingers lost all sensation. When I got back inside, the repairman had been and repaired.

The house temperature is up to 59 now, but I'm still cold.

8 comments :

  1. 59? Brrr

    Hoping the weather warms up a bit by Wednesday -- we're visiting Middlebury that day.

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  2. Dona, it will be much warmer next week, though rainy, so bring your mud boots!

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  3. Check. Rain boots packed.

    Will be staying in Rutland Tuesday night and lunching somewhere near West Pawlett (yes, I did that on purpose) on Wednesday afternoon. Any ideas of places to eat? Anyone up for a Blogup?

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  4. Dona, I'll confer with Indigo this afternoon and we'll see what we can come up with!

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  5. I want to live some place where winter is still productive (syrup making, for instance)...

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  6. Bridgett, yes, late winter around here does produce syrup, and it builds character (delayed satisfaction). Right now, though, it's mostly producing mud.

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  7. I'm struggling converting all these figures to Celsius. But 16? Fahrenheit? Seriously?

    My toes were freezing at home this morning, so I went shopping for some slippers for winter. It's about 19 degrees C outside today. Winter is coming. Brrrr.

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  8. Mali, yes, 16F is several degrees below 0 Celsius. Several nights every winter we go as low as 10 below 0F, but what made the other day feel so awful were the relatively warm days that preceded it. Stay warm.

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