Monday Opinion: What Time Is It?

Daylight savings time means that Sunday March 10th was a day with only 23 hours.  One would think that anything planned for the day could easily be accomplished in 23 hours instead of 24, but you decide.  Howard showed up bedside at 5am like he always does, but it really was 6 am.  He and Milo usually have breakfast at 6, but 6 had already come and gone. By 7, which was now 8, I was late for work, and the corgis still had not had breakfast.  If you are confused, you know exactly how I felt (or am I still feeling it?).  I usually have lunch at 11:30, which, but the new 11:30 is actually 10:30.  So Sunday brunch.  By this time I had at least remembered to feed the corgis.  I was half way to a landscape appointment until I realized I would be an hour early.  In looking at my watch, I see that the second hand is only moving every 20 seconds or so.  What?  I circle back, and spent 40 minutes sitting in my office trying to figure it out.  Why really do we spring ahead, and then fall back?  I knowing children walking to the bus stop has something to do with it.  The other reasons seem unconvincing and arbitrary.  Now there will be more time after work to stand in the garden and be able to do nothing.  I will have more evening daylight to contemplate the frozen ground.  I still have mountains of snow, even though it was 62 degrees yesterday.  I am a day late expressing the opinion that a day with only 23 hours felt like a day that was out of reach from start to finish.  Today I was late for work, and cranky.

The days are getting longer.  Who knows exactly what day the sun will finally make up that lost hour.  At least it will be months before that 25 hour day arrives in November.  In the meantime, that out of sorts feeling can be diminished by just one thing.  The sure signs of spring.  It was just a few days ago that I heard birds singing when I woke up.  The magnolia stellata, even though it is heavily mulched with snow, looks like the buds are ready to burst.  Yesterday it was 62 degrees.  Today it is pouring rain.  It is muddy and icy, everywhere.  Milo’s footprints all over the shop make it look like we have not mopped for months.  What he doesn’t deposit on the shop floor is now in my office.  These are sure signs of spring.  The watch I have had for years is not running right.  It will take 10 days to send it out for evaluation.  However, I am sure I already know what is wrong. Even my watch can’t figure out what time it is.

Comments

  1. Suzanne Hatton says:

    I’m sure you’ll do no such thing, but how I wish for you to move to a warmer zone! Take Kentucky here, a find place to be. And things are budding and blooming despite the grey skys and bleakness that doggedly hangs on. Suicide weather, I call it. One can only hunker down with seed catalogs and your lovely blog, and dream of warm days to come.

    • Deborah Silver says:

      It is windy and snowing here today-and 24 degrees. Wretched weather, this! Thanks for keeping me company. Deborah

  2. Nancy LaMotte says:

    YES!

  3. Dear Deborah, after many months of hovering over my computer reading your blog, last week I purchased an iPad. My enjoyment has been compounded! Looking forward to many more hours with you.

  4. It’s time to wash out all those containers you didn’t get to last fall before it got too cold to do it. And for a reward you can plant some more seedlings. I can tell you’re a doer and sitting around wishing the weather was nicer is not your way of having a good day. Neither is losing an hour. I enjoy your websight and you have started my creative mind to planning my East side flower bed.

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