June is bustin' out all over in New Britain...

Seizing full advantage of the absolutely beautiful weather today (70s with a breeze!), I took a nice lengthy round trip walk (almost synchronized with Dylan's double album Blonde on Blonde) from home to Walnut Hill Park.

In case you haven't noticed, late Spring has arrived full blown in central Connecticut.
 
One can tell by:

the fountain at work at the corner of Lincoln and Corbin,
the number of mid-day bikers and walkers,
the return of sunbathers amidst the grove of "State" trees,
a batsman practicing his cricket swings,
and
the rose bushes a-blooming atop the Park!

Spring must be tomorrow because the Xmas Tree...

...has come down today!

You Don't Get Cabin Fever If You Prefer the Indoors

I've been amazed at the number of people, just in the past week or two, who've said they're "done with this winter," that they "can't wait for this winter to be over," that "it's March, what's with the snow?"

My reply is always, "Its New England; it's supposed to be this way, isn't it?" I'm from SW Ohio, remember.

I always think Liam Neeson in 1993's film adaptation of Edith Wharton's Ethan Frome. Isn't THAT archetypal New England?

I'm amazed at these complaints because I'm realizing that I've not suffered from cabin fever in the least. I haven't gone out less frequently this year than in winters past, and , when I have gone out, while it's been pretty cold, it's, for me, just another good reason to spend time indoors -- by gum, that's why humans build shelter, isn't it? (See my 2/19 Chimp Incident post).

When Spring finally rolls around, I'll go out...at least once the ground dries up.

I don't want to muddy my shoes!