Sunday, 24 November 2019

Oh, no.

It's that time of year again, where each day, I find myself happily wishing my life away. Counting the days until it's the "Shortest Day" and then one week later, New Year. Oh, joy of joys, the start of a new year, daylight increasing by the minute and soon the hour.
Gawd, how awful this time of the year is. The darkness, dampness, depressing, cold and solitary confinement of being indoors so much. The walking round the marsh through the mud and the water, weighed down in heavy clothes that protect against the cold but must add extra mileage to your endurance levels.
So much better are the warm and sunny days of lightweight clothing, the carefree days of birds, butterflies, bees, and all things that don't really matter, because you have a whole, long, summer's day to do it in.
Yes, I'm counting the days, cocooned in my world of darkness and depression, the long nights and the short days - saved only by the promise that another Spring will eventually arise.

10 comments:

  1. Glad I'm not the only one thinking like this. Whilst winter does have its wildlife rewards, I can't wait for the first signs of spring again.

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  2. Winter is my easy time. My now optional work is as a gardener, or to be fair, a garden cleaner upper. Once mid December arrives I'm good until about mid February.
    Until then I have time. That's time in daylight. The winter flies by. Only too soon do the phone calls start again, begging for assistance.
    One day, I'll go to New Zealand and never come back.

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  3. I feel much the same here Derek - I hate the cold weather. I can't move quickly enough to keep warm. Even my dog seems depressed for the last few days and has not eaten her tea today - almost unheard of.
    The end of January can't come soon enough to me. February always seems such a short month and then March brings a promise of the occasional hint of Spring in the air.

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  4. Has there ever been a more depressing Autumn ? No mellow fruitfulness here in the Cotswolds!

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  5. I agree Derek. November is my least favorite month. People tend to bang on about hating January but I don't mind - it means the year has turned and we head back towards the light. Less than 4 weeks until the solstice - my heart will lift.

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  6. Oh dear, I needed cheering up. I think I will go and sit in the garden perhaps a fox or badger will call, its just gone midnight and it raining.

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  7. Thanks for all your comments, if nothing else it reassures me that I'm not the only one feeling this way.

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  8. Indeed you are not alone in your winter depression, Derek. I feel exactly the same too. I hate getting up in almost total darkness each morning and long for the heat of the sun on my back once more.
    No wonder the ancient sun worshippers built a huge stone temple on Salisbury plain aligned with the winter sunrise/sunset to make them aware of the turn of the year. When that sun rose a little earlier their god was returning and would not desert them.

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  9. Love that Avus, perhaps that's what we should do here on Sheppey, the sun has always been my God.

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  10. I'm with you there Derek. Those long, balmy summer evenings seem a long way off right now. But suddenly they'll be here...and gone again.

    Even so, roll on spring!

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