The high today in Seneca, South Carolina is 41 degrees Fahrenheit. (By the way, when in doubt, this blog will always be written in Fahrenheit. But I believe that’s about 5 degrees Celsius.)
Right now, it’s 32 outside, and I’m dreading running my errands and putting them off until the weak winter sun “warms” things up a little. I’ve even delayed going out to the compost pile with the kitchen scraps.
Can you tell I’m not a fan of the cold?
For the rest of the week, we’re barely cresting above freezing each day, and there’s a chance of snow flurries on Friday night. Since F. loves snow so much, for his sake I’m glad. But for my sake, I’d just rather we skipped right on to mid-March.
The oldest leaves of the ornamental kale are showing a bit of their blue side, too.
This photograph reminds me to mention that for those of you following along, or attempting to, at both blogs, I did indeed choose my word of the year and wrote about it here. That word is Focus, which seemed just right for me on so many levels, once I got over my initial discomfort with it. (The word seemed to choose me, not the other way around. F. says there’s a name for this in psychology, and that it’s all a self-made mind game. But then, he’s never been chased around by a word for two weeks.)
I can’t remember if I wrote here on this blog about choosing a word for the year, rather than doing traditional resolutions — which I usually avoid like the plague. The last month is such a blur, frankly. But I did get a nice e-mail asking me if I’d ever made up my mind and posted about it, and the answer is yes, but on the other blog.
New Year’s resolutions are a common topic in the blog-o-sphere right now. If you’d like to read a lovely little post about why one woman avoids them, a post that’s beautiful and clever and succinct (I could certainly take lessons on the latter), take a look at this one by Talon from 2008. I found it while browsing her archives and was struck by its depth, camouflaged in simplicity.
And if you’ve set some intention or made any resolutions for 2010, I do hope they’re going swimmingly for you so far.
I’ll close by sending y’all a warmth-inducing shiver from down South. Maybe we should all meet and get in a huddle somewhere in the middle of the continent… or head to Australia where some of my blog acquaintances are now complaining of the searing heat. Lucky dogs.
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