Since it has been two (!!!) years at this point since I started writing these regularly, the 'season change' posts will get repetitive, year after year after year after year. What a cool and exciting thing, to be writing nonstop about the CHANGE OF SEASONS.
So Spring is here, full-on. Temperature in the upper fifties and sixties this week, lows go down to low thirties, but they're only gonna rise. It's nippy in the evenings, but one barely needs as much as a light jacket.
When we went out to eat yesterday, the weather was perfect. Valentine's Day weather, I said. There's something romantic, sexy even, about cool weather. Not freezing Upstate NY cold, not like when you have to go BRRRR. Just enough that you have to shiver sometimes, you wish you'd have put on something warmer, but there's more interesting things happening so you don't care. And also the fire in your heart -- might your loins as well? -- is keeping you warm so stop complaining about the chill and don't turn on the heating on because you know we live in an old apartment with crappy inefficient boiler and the insulation around here is non-existence, plus we're cooking all the time without proper ventilation which means the windows are losing most of that expensive heat. Gas ain't cheap yo, to quote Dwight from the Office.
I haven't really seen anything on plants, as the regular reader will remember my walks have taken a pause. But also there's no plants to look at in the heart of the city of Philly and by heart I mean literal center of the city pretty much right in the city hall. The New Road of Philly, if you will.
Now that I'm headed out to more suburban parts -- our plans do involve a lot of hiking and sightseeing too -- Spring will feel more alive, more real. Two hours southwards on Amtrak means I'm jumping ahead by a couple of weeks seasons-wise as well. It'll be fun to see the flowers and the leaves, the shoots and the young plants. Excited for that.
Which reminds me. I wonder this clear contrast between living in the center of the city, and living in the suburbs -- 'burbs which are much closer to nature -- will make me evaluate my immediate plans on where I want to live. My long-term plans are, and have always been generally, to live closer to nature. Maybe after appreciating the greenery the bees and the wasps and mosquitoes, I'll appreciate it more, and re-evaluate moving into the very heart of the city.
Not that there can't be urban parks, mind. Boston's got so many, maybe that should be a part of my priorities.
Something to consider.
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