Monday, January 07, 2008

Indian Winter

“Been warm around here,” I told a friend, as we spread a blanket out on the field.

“Sure has,” she agreed, setting down the picnic basket while I put up the beach umbrella. “You’d think it would be a lot colder the first week of January, but the temps have been in the 60’s and nearly to the 70’s.”

“Indian Winter,” I said, pulling out a sandwich. “But it’s only for a few days, so enjoy it. In four days, we’ll be down to the 30’s and into the freeze by Monday. Pass me the iced tea, will you?”

This has been an odd winter, with no chance to harness horses to sleighs for trips to Grandma’s house. I’m half-surprised that the jingle bells we normally hear about this time of year haven’t been on the Mister Softee trucks, but they’ve probably been in the garage for a couple months now.

We complain about the snow, especially those of us who live on the top of a hill and don’t like the idea of skidding down. But up north here, we seem to have some sort of primal need to have the stuff falling, for our cars doing a little fishtailing and for us to be pushing (not lifting) snow from our sidewalks.

Indian Winter is nice, of course; we’re not all bundled up and we won’t slip on anything. But it just doesn’t fit; it’s not right. No one will say it, but we really want some snow.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're out of your mind. Pitchers and catchers in 4 weeks, buddy

January 09, 2008 10:24 AM  
Blogger Tom Carten said...

What I'd love to see are base runners doing their thing in the snow. That would be fun and give a new definition to sliding into second base. Of course, you wouldn't see that in Florida during Spring training.

January 09, 2008 1:42 PM  

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