Yes it appears that this morning at 06:39 Spring arrived in all it’s glory! Even as I
speak write people are throwing aside gloves and scarves; boots and downy coats are being jettisoned, and toques and muffs cast to the (very strong) winds. And then they are very quickly gathering them up again and shivering as they put them back on. Yes it is Spring on the Island – or at least on some Island somewhere.
I honestly think we should rethink this whole: the sun is directly overhead the celestial Equator so that makes it Spring theory. We all know that here in Canada – and it appears this year no region is being spared – snow at Easter is not an unknown; hell snow for May Day isn’t much of a surprise either.
However in honour of the season – if not the day – I call to mind a little ditty (oh grow up I said ditty) that one of my former supervisors at Air Canada use to recite every March 20th. George was an Ottawa valley boy and had an accent that suggested that exotic mix of Irish and French that you find out Packingham way. To this day I can see him standing on the steps of the control podium and in my mind’s ear (!) hear him declaim:
Spring has sprung!
The grass has rize!
I wonder where
the birdies is?
They say the bird
Is on the wing!
But we all know that
We know the wing
Is on the bird!
They are real poets in the Valley!
Happy first day of spring – now where the hell did I put that thermal underwear?
On this day in 1854: The Republican Party of the United States is organized in Ripon, Wisconsin.