Let me start off by saying I love winter. I love the chill in the air. I love the wintery smells. I love seeing my breath when I exhale. I love feeling chilled to the bone and warming up with a hot cider or cocoa. I also enjoy those rare occasions when I get to play in the snow.
With all of that said, winter’s time is fleeting like all seasons. And like all seasons winter does not want to overstay its welcome.
So, after packing up my winter jackets once and for all, or at least until next winter, I was all set to enjoy spring weather and shorts.
Instead, it appears that Old Man Winter has at least one more trick up his sleeve this weekend for the residents of this side of Texas.
Depending on which forecast model one believes, it will either be at or below freezing for at least a portion of the day Saturday heading into Sunday. Granted it is the portion of the day that I will be asleep, but still reading the forecast and picturing even a light freeze at the start of March was a bit of a shock.
I realize that many people reading this will have little sympathy to my chilly plight and desire to send winter packing and to formally welcome spring. I know much of the country still is fully embraced in winter’s firm grasp. For those frigid people the warm days of spring are still weeks, if not months away.
When I lived in Maryland I expected that it would be cold in March. In fact there was even the occasional March snow storm. And as I have mentioned before it wasn’t until moving to Florida that I was able to wear shorts on my birthday during the first week of March. Still, once I moved to Florida I became accustomed to warmer weather and pretty much was ready for winter to end right after Christmas.
Of course winter does not end right after Christmas. In truth, according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, Spring begins with the vernal equinox at 7:02 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time (EDT) on March 20, 2013 in the Northern Hemisphere.
So winter is still very much within its seasonal rights to bring one more freeze my way this weekend but that is beyond the point.
What is a beach lover living in Texas to do when the forecast calls for frigid weather that threatens to ruin a blossoming springtime vibe? The answer of course is while it is to cold to go to the beach, it is never to cold for Buffet. Jimmy Buffet that is.
For those unfamiliar with Jimmy Buffet, he is a singer whose song catalog includes many songs with a tropical as well as nautical vibe.
I was first introduced to the music of Jimmy Buffet by my mom. She would play her Jimmy Buffet albums in the house and usually there was a tape or two played in the car whenever we would travel.
In the years since I have visited many of the once faraway cities along the Gulf of Mexico that were called out in his songs.
I have not yet visited the Banana Republic which is another destination featured in his songs. Although for years I could have sworn he was singing about getting a banana at Publix. In my defense though, the bananas at Publix are certainly good and one could not be blamed for wanting one.
Bananas and assorted produce aside, the wintery blues seem to fade away when songs of the tropics are played. Put on a few Jimmy Buffet songs and one is transported to tropical ports of call. It is sort of like a cruise for the mind.
So the first thing I did when I heard the wintery weather was afoot, was to make sure that my Jimmy Buffet playlist was up to date on my IPod. Of course it doesn’t hurt to have some visual stimulus as well to melt away those wintery feelings.
For years my work spaces have been a veritable oasis from the storm of the mundane. With seashells, sand, and an overall relaxed vibe they are popular destinations for people needing a little beach time in their work time.
So bring on your worst chilly weather Mr. Winter. I won’t mind as I will be enjoying warm thoughts and trade winds supplied by my ever present desk fan. I guess in the grand scheme of things the spring weather can wait another week or two to arrive.
That just means summer will be delayed as well, which is not all that bad. Don’t get me started on the perils of triple digit heat and 100 percent humidity.
Now if you’ll excuse me I think this mental tropical paradise could use a cheeseburger. If you are wondering, yes, I do prefer mine with Heinz 57.
Copyright 2013 R. Anderson