February 24, 2017
The weatherman says it isn't going to last, and I for one, am glad. February 24 in Western New York, and our thermometer reads 74. It's been so warm all week that even the snow in OUR yard is almost gone. It feels good to walk around in shirtsleeves in February, but if the buds on the apples and grapes start to open, there will be an awful price to pay for a few days of Florida weather.
If the Bible hadn't said it, it would still be true that everything has its proper time. The 60's song by the Yardbirds was taken straight from Ecclesiastes: "To everything there is a season; a time to live, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to harvest..." When those times are interrupted, nothing is predictable; life descends into chaos. In war-torn Syria or Ethiopia, in Afghanistan and Yemen, the normal times of sowing and reaping have been disrupted, such basic necessities as water, electricity, heat, are irregular if they exist at all. We need regular, cyclical times if we are to function well.
The forecast is for a cold front to be moving in overnight. I hope so, for the sake of the buds, and for we who too often take our food for granted. It magically shows up on the shelves of our supermarkets, we buy it, take it home, put it in refrigerators and on shelves, rarely thinking of what our lives would be like if those times of planting and harvesting were interrupted. The apple trees were planted long ago, as were the vineyards, but they depend on the continuing cold weather. So do we, so I've had enough of this balmy stuff. Bring on the cold!