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  • Jeff Fox: It's winter... grumble, grumble. Get over it

  •  I think we’re programmed to never quite be happy.



    It’s cold this week, which is odd because the calendar claims that it’s January. We shiver and mutter. Well, we shiver some, off and on, but truth to tell it’s only been semi-winter so far, which is about all the winter we get half the time.

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  •  I think we’re programmed to never quite be happy.
    It’s cold this week, which is odd because the calendar claims that it’s January. We shiver and mutter. Well, we shiver some, off and on, but truth to tell it’s only been semi-winter so far, which is about all the winter we get half the time.
    For me, the measure of how rough a Kansas City winter we’ve had comes in a few weeks when the ads for the home-and-garden show start. If I feel myself drawn uncontrollably toward blowing a Sunday afternoon to spend money for parking and admission so I can walk around and be bombarded by earnest marketers, then I know winter has gotten to my soul. I need an hour of plants and bargains on lawn tractors to give me hope and see me through.
    On the other hand, if I poke my head out the door and the warm breeze brings a whiff of damp soil proclaiming imminent, uh, springlike conditions, then I’m good. I mean, the weather wouldn’t trick me, would it? I might as well be the groundhog himself.
    The larger point is this: Six months ago Friday it was 106 degrees in our fair city. Anyone want to trade?
    As I say, we complain. It’s too hot or too cold. If it’s cloudy for two days – perhaps bringing needed rain – we say it’s gray and depressing and bark at the weather personality on the tube.
    The television was suggesting I should be angry or jealous of friends who have escaped to wherever it’s sunny, sandy and 72 at this time of year.
    My response: If that’s what you need, then move, and more power to you. I’m not saying the beach would get boring. Nor the fresh grilled shrimp and mai-tais. Nor the sunsets and bonfires and luaus.
    Sorry. Zoned out there for a minute. Where was I?
    No, those things are lovely, but we make choices. Do you take your weather nonstop postcard perfect, or do your tastes run to something more subtle? Can you find the beauty in a gray day with low clouds and a rising breeze that suggests something is afoot, that nature is up to a little scheme and you’ll just have to stick around to find out what? Not to go all Hallmark, but don’t the gray days make the sunny days shine a little brighter?
    We grumble. Heck, maybe it’s just a healthy sign that we’re alive and aware of things and looking for – hoping for – something better. Sometimes that’s called spring, the season of birth and renewed growth and daffodils. In due time, it comes.
    Page 2 of 2 - Of course, that’s also means mowing and raking and planting, plus a half-dozen projects we didn’t get around to last year and probably won’t this year. It’s somewhat wearying.
    As I say, we complain. It’s part of the species. In the midst of plenty, grumble, grumble. It’s too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry, too busy, too boring, and did you see the price of bedding plants?
    Fair enough, but you’ll forgive me if I tune most of that out. I’m enjoying the brisk weather and looking forward to daffodils.
    Follow Jeff Fox on Twitter @FoxEJC. Reach him at jeff.fox@examiner.net.
     
     
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