Out of Sorts

This little Finch is right where he should be, but our weather isn't. The branch he's sitting on should be covered with snow, or at least wet with rain.

These ferns shouldn't be unfurled yet, they should still be sleeping with fronds tightly curled.

The creek should be frozen solid, not rushing along as free as though it were spring.

I detest it when the weather doesn't behave as it should. It makes me feel disconnected, out of sorts, and out of step with Nature. Oh sure, it's been cold at night, temperatures down in the single digits (F), but then the thermometer shoots back up to the 40's or 50's during the day.

And would you look at this...green grass in the middle of winter! Although it will soon be brown if we don't get some rain or snow. I desperately wanted to pick up this interesting, beautiful piece of wood, but I looked at it closely and, sure enough, the bug people were already setting up house in the various little apartments. Oh well, at least I can look at it when I walk to and from my studio.

I can't stand all this sunshine. It's bad enough that there is so much of it during the summer and fall. I feel cheated when we don't get enough cloudy/rainy/snowy days during the winter and spring.

I know that a lot of people move to Southern California for the good weather, but it irritates me intensely when I see these people being interviewed on the nightly news after we've had two or three days of rain and they're complaining about it! Idiots.

If I loved my little cottage less, or wouldn't miss my family so very, very much, I'd move to ... oh, who am I kidding. My roots go so deep here I'd probably wither and die if I were transplanted. But I certainly wasn't born with a typical Southern California attitude when it comes to the weather.