During my week between jobs, I’ve been working my way through Two Gardeners: Katharine S. White and Elizabeth Lawrence – A Friendship in Letters edited by Emily Herring Wilson, which is the February selection of the Garden Bloggers’ Book Club. In a letter dated June 15, 1959, Katharine White adds, “P.S. It is 48 degrees here today and has been this for 48 hours. Discouraging.”
I have to agree with Mrs. White. Were it June, 48 degrees would be greatly discouraging. And by greatly discouraging, I mean it would make me cry long wracking sobs into my pillow while Steve tried to pull me out of bed by one leg.
But it’s not June. It’s February. And as I read that line, it was, in fact, 48 degrees outside, which is positively balmy for this time of year.
Today has been even better. I met Steve and my friend Alison downtown for lunch, and when I left the house, I passed the mailman. He was wearing shorts. Shorts. Bare knees and all that jazz. Just before I got to the restaurant, I noticed another bank displaying 55 degrees on their sign.
I actually considered sitting outside to read Two Gardeners. I know that would last about five minutes, because it’s really not that warm, but compared to the temperatures we were having even just last week, this is pretty fabulous.
I feel a little dirty. Here it is, Ash Wednesday, and I should be abstentious, self-sacrificing, demure. Instead, the warm sunshine is melting the snow into rivers along the curbs, and it puts me in a mood of celebration and excess. I declare to one and all that this year, I’m giving up snow and ice for Lent, because really, who needs them?