It has become a tradition for me to complain about the time change, every year. Several days have passed and I am just now feeling a bit acclimated to the “changing of the clocks”. I dislike it as much as ever and find it just as ridiculous. It does not help one bit, that mornings are pitch dark when I rise. It could just as well be midnight. Stars are still shining, over a silent world, for things like mockingbirds, have better sense, than to stir in the pitch dark.
True, to the forecast, the weather has been mild during the day-and it has not rained for several days. Oh it is hardest to work inside, when the days are fair. My thoughts turn to things like the “laughing river” and what a grand day, it is to have a picnic. I wish I was home, hanging sheets on the line or gathering branches of Pops’ “golden rod” blossoms . . . or reading something delightful, in the sunshine. It was the same, when I was young.
I tolerated school fairly well . . until the first, silvery days of spring. Then I got “homesick”. I knew Pop was plowing a field and I could almost smell the earth. In those days, the classroom windows would be open, but there was no chance of smelling apple blossoms, in town. The air smelled like fuel and pavement, and the cafeteria food being cooked, just never smelled “right” to me.
I had several problems with lunchroom behavior, for while I didn’t want to eat that “canned stuff”, I was certain the birds might. I put the peas and carrots, in my milk carton and this worked for most of the year, until I dropped the carton, one day and peas rolled right to where the teacher was standing. This landed me in a tight spot for I was accused of wasting food, which ironically, I was trying not to do – and after that, the teacher had to check my tray every day. there were many more infractions, for I was likely to eat my dessert first and I refused the vegetable soup altogether. They served it on Fridays and I was sure they were using “scraps” to make it.
It is no wonder that I wanted to stare out that window, and imagine that beautiful place called home-which “got recorded as day dreaming”.
The classroom smelled like “math books”, lest I ever forget “modern math”. The books were brand new and filled with nonsense about how to add simple numbers. It was the only book, that I was tempted to leave out in the rain, or cut into paper dolls, but I knew better than that, for even a two cent library fine, was shameful, in those days. None of the adults liked “modern math” either . It was an awful waste of life, after all. I announced it to my teacher, who told Grandmama the next Sunday morning, as we attended the same church.
I am older now, and realise that I had wonderful teachers, really. I was just a bit too untamed to appreciate all of the civilization, that schools forced. . . and the library did cover a multitude of sins, as far as I was concerned.
Amen and that is the best way to be. to embrace every season for what it has to offer. Frost did a number here . The jasmine which had put on new leaves is sorta brown and the crocosmia looks like rust. Goodness Spring is having a time . Hopefully there will be something for the “Easter” season .I just don’t know what because every daff is gone, the pear tree got its blossoms blown away and the …oh …I forgot …the pine are just about to smother us in pollen. They look loaded this year .Some things aren’t good for some people.
Take care…love you and pray for Chicken. Have you seen her photos ? Oh goodness.
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yes! What a mess they have! She is such a trooper, though. My peach blossoms are brown-ugh! At least the azaleas and dogwoods havent bloomed. Was wondering if you and I-Anne and Faye could pick a time that we could lift up our Cobs? I love you dear Beverly. Michele
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Name a time for all of us. I just have a sinking feeling.
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My dear Beverly-me too-something is not right. She crosses my mind constantly. going to email you-love Michele
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There is nothing nicer in a home than a wrap around porch. Yours in the picture is beautiful.
Of math, today is ‘Pi Day’ I learned from the kids I cross at the school crossing.
Yes, the smells and sights of Spring. Wish we had it hear in western New York, but we’re nit out of the woods yet for winter. We still have a few inches to go to hit our average snowfall, 90-100 inches. And we’re cheering for it…what fools!
Today was nice and gave us Spring Fever, but what Ma Nature gives, she takes away. Back to cold temps tomorrow.
Nice writing. 😉
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We hardly ever have snow here-When we do it is a holiday! Whether snow or blossoms, I wish you nice things.
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Thank you. And I just correct a word that I misused. Should be ‘here’, not ‘hear’ 🙀
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Michele, I so needed this post! Our weather is a bit stormy right now with lots of very early flooding.
I really had to laugh about you and school. You and my husband are in total agreement on that topic. He thought the best part of school was recess and is still sure he is right. His best memory is of the day a goose landed on the playground.
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that is a funny story about the goose! I sure wish your weather improves quickly. thank you love Michele
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I love your posts. Today the buttery, golden daffodils are dancing in my head.
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xoxoxo Michele Also-about Cobs??? I am worried sick-have sent emails and messages-Faye and Beverly are just as worried as I am-Could we choose a time we could all say a prayer? I will take an odd hour. love always, Michele
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I’ll pray right now and sleep on it.
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It seems that Mother Nature is being fickle all over the world, though the coming of Spring does sound particularly appealing. Your writing is as lovely as always. 🙂
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thank you so much and I hope you are having beautiful days!
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Thank you and yes I am. Hugs to you 💜
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Beautifully inspiring! (I also don’t understand and dislike the “changing of the clocks” as much as I disliked math in school!) 🙂 ❤ Love, Amira ❤
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haha! I am in good company!
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And I love you with all my heart my beautiful writing cousin. It’s funny. Math was my least favorite too and still is! I chuckled thinking of your lunchroom thoughts and antics. You are right. Lunch room food did not smell like our home cooked meals that’s for sure! Have a blessed Spring. Miss you. 💕💕💕
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how good to hear from you dear cousin! You must be so very busy-I miss you too and we just have to do something about it! Maybe the week after Easter/ i should be in EC-oh how good that would be! I love you-Happy spring! and thank you!
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Spring is one the way, and I can’t wait to get outside. You bring loads of memories of my school days to me. We took our lunches in Elementary School. I traded mine for the school hamburgers. My grandmother lived with us and would make burritos and I could trade for the hamburger AND an ice cream. Fridays I walked home for lunch and always brought a friend or two with me because we would have fried shrimp. HA those were the days.
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Oh my-what sweet memories! So very dear-we couldn’t walk home as we lived too far, but I always wanted to. Happy spring friend!
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I, too, love every season, except March, which in Maine just marches on. 😉 But we are halfway through. Clever way to get rid of the food you didn’t luck. Too bad you were caught. I was a lucky girl who lived close enough to home so that I could walk there for lunch everyday.
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others have said the same-It would have been wonderful to walk home. March is a such an unpredictable month-mostly cold and rainy here. I hope your spring is beautiful! love Michele
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Right now, Maine is the opposite of beautiful, but spring is coming albeit ever so slowly.
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Sadly spring has receded here in Ireland, after a beautiful February. We have had a week of storms and rain. Thankfully, my flowers are doing fine. Happy St Patrick’s weekend.
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Hi there! It is cold and rainy here-I like it anyway! Sadly, some of our early blooming trees were frost burnt-oh well-let us hope for brighter days and a lot of flowers! love Michele
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I can relate to this so much! Except for the early Spring part, since we’re not having that here. But I also have no use for the time changes, and I felt the same way about school as you did! My problem was we were supposed to clean our plates, and they always put a triangle of bread and butter on my tray. I can’t stand butter, so that was a problems for sure.
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Oh yes-clean your plate!! That is what landed me in trouble! Thank you dear Ann and happy spring!
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This was such a lovely post that my bath ran cold while I was reading it, as didnt want to stop reading and forgot to check the temperature of the water, but it was so worth a cool dip to enjoy your infectious, joyous enthusiasm for life! Thank you so much!! 🌸🌞🌼🌞🐝🌿🌳🌱🐞
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thank you tho I am sorry about your bath! What a sweet thing your comment is to read. Please know I tucked it in my heart. thank you love Michele
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Oh dear I totally hear you.time had changed today here and I’m as cranky as hell because of this one hour less I had slept😩
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haha! I STILL don’t like it!! love Michele
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