Still Winter

February 8, 2013

“February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.”
— Shirley Jackson, Raising Demons

Foggy, gray morning at Green Lake

Foggy, gray morning at Green Lake

Lamplight -- beacons in the gray

Lamplight — beacons in the gray

Gray pierced by a car headlight

Gray pierced by a car headlight

Jogging in the fog

Jogging in the fog

Twin echoes, tree silhouettes

Twin echoes, tree silhouettes

The color of our Seattle winters is gray, gray, and more gray.  I long for sunshine.

Seattle winters teach endurance.  Not a bad lesson.  The challenge is to keep from sinking into melancholy and to find moments of brightness to cheer the soul.






A February Face

February 25, 2012

So much going on in our February sky

“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
— William Shakespeare, Much Ado about Nothing

I love this mention of a “February” face.  Can’t you just picture it?  So full of fleeting, stormy emotions.  Just like our February skies.

Dramatic, dark gray cloud amidst a paler blanket of gray

I love the glowing light of the sun on these gray-sky days.

Prophetic Snowdrops

February 4, 2010

First snowdrops

 The Wild Rose and the Snowdrop
by George Meredith

The snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers;
It lives and dies upon its bed of snows;
And like a thought of spring it comes and goes,
Hanging its head beside our leafless bowers.
The sun’s betrothing kiss it never knows,
Nor all the glowing joy of golden showers;
But ever in a placid, pure repose,
More like a spirit with its look serene,
Droops its pale cheek veined thro’ with infant green.

Chaste, virgin flower

“Chaste, virgin flower, first-born of Spring,
Thou purest, fairest, loveliest thing,
Herald of all the coming flowers
That star the meads and deck the bowers. . .”
     — Janet Hamilton, from “Lines on the Snowdrop”


The Snowdrop
by Alfred, Lord Tenneyson

Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid,
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February Fair-maid!

Snowdrops gleam in purest light

“A vestal in her garments white,
The snowdrop gleams in purest white. . .”
     — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster, from “Snowdrop and Crocus”