Photo by Salt Water New England

Friday, February 26, 2021

Winter's Over, Not Yet Spring

Photos by Salt Water New England


 

13 comments:

  1. Having survived our Texas taste of winter, I find myself always wearing socks and keeping my schoolboy muffler at hand!

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    1. Dallasite here! I now live in Puerto Rico but am in Dallas right now to close out the sale of my house. Everything - even the sycamore trees are so ugly. It looks like autumn without all the pretty colors.

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  2. Barbour weather just around the corner!

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  3. Sun, especially in late winter/ early spring, can be woefully deceiving! It teases us into thinking we can shed some layers, then we step outside and are bit by a still icy wind.

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  4. It's still the Winter of Our Discontent.

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  5. After the winter of despair, comes the spring of hope.

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  6. Must be difficult. Layer, not layer. Barbour? No, wait, Jumper. Ok, that's it, I am wearing only my pearls and a pair of Bean Boots.

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  7. It was very disappointing that Cordings did not have a new stock of paddock jackets for this winter. I have one in moleskin, a second in dry wax and planned to buy a third in wool. They are well made and great value so I hope that Cordings will bring them back this year.

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  8. What superb combinations! Thank you!

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  9. Say it isn't so! I could hit the trails and ski happily for six months out of the year. Sadly, it's not looking good here in Mid-Michigan at the moment. Still enjoying pullover sweaters, tweed jackets, and corduroy jeans though.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich

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    1. We don't have that much snow or cold weather in Virginia and I don't ski. But there's something delightful in hiking when it's snowing. Mostly the trails where I go are just plain mud. My Bean Boots are perfect for that, though. They are the quietest footwear I have, yet they don't mention that in the descriptions.

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    2. Good observation. The old catalogs do mention how quiet they are.

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  10. “One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring. A cardinal, whistling spring to a thaw but later finding himself mistaken, can retrieve his error by resuming his winter silence. A chipmunk, emerging for a sunbath but finding a blizzard, has only to go back to bed. But a migrating goose, staking two hundred miles of black night on the chance of finding a hole in the lake, has no easy chance for retreat. His arrival carries the conviction of a prophet who has burned his bridges.

    A March morning is only as drab as he who walks in it without a glance skyward, ear cocked for geese.” Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

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