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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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
Having survived our Texas taste of winter, I find myself always wearing socks and keeping my schoolboy muffler at hand!
ReplyDeleteDallasite 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.
DeleteBarbour weather just around the corner!
ReplyDeleteSun, 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.
ReplyDeleteIt's still the Winter of Our Discontent.
ReplyDeleteAfter the winter of despair, comes the spring of hope.
ReplyDeleteMust 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.
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteWhat superb combinations! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSay 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.
ReplyDeleteBest Regards,
Heinz-Ulrich
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.
DeleteGood observation. The old catalogs do mention how quiet they are.
Delete“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.
ReplyDeleteA 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