Showing posts with label March. Show all posts
Showing posts with label March. Show all posts

Friday, March 27, 2015

Foogy Day


Seasons change, time moves on, and large fog banks descend upon us for a few days like a bad horror movie in which those poorly hidden (and scantily clad) teenagers will die for having sex. It's kind of atmospheric. 

I caught a flock of seagulls (I know! I know!) resting in the park yesterday, and it was awesome. Maritime birds typically move inland during storms, but this flock seems to have taken year-round to our clime. Yes! The animals are back, and today is a good day.  
Have a great weekend.


I get to write this caption today: it's "A Flock of Seagulls"!
Whoa! Those clouds have come way down off the hills since midday.
Is that...is that fog coming closer to me?! Cool!
Getting thicker by the minute...
...and now it's covering up buildings and building up speed like it's alive. Good thing I took out that horror movie from the library! Oh....

Friday, March 1, 2013

March Blows In


It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot 
and the wind blows cold: when it is summer 
in the light, and winter in the shade. 

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Good morning, dear readers! March is a very exciting time in New York. The weather turns from winter to spring and back again in the span of a day, and this town gets ready for the biggest parade of the year, the St. Patrick's Day Parade.

Most importantly, I get to break out my Irish gear and post pictures of me sporting it, because as most of you readers know, I am descended from the Corbetts' of Galway through my maternal grandfather. Incidentally, he bought me the Greek fisherman's cap you see me wearing in my new authors' photo to the right because I loved his so much, bought when my grandparents travelled the globe after his retirement from ConEdison.

Those of us who are also lucky enough to be Acadian come from a beautiful island called “New Scotland”, or now commonly known as Nova Scotia. We are a wonderfully eclectic blend of the French, Native American, and Celtic, and this month's wild weather ride, with its' rough storms and pelting rains, only drives the point home further for island people of the Northern Hemisphere.

Change is coming. Are you ready? 

Sláinte
Sláinte (SLAHN-chə) is a word literally translating as "health"[1] and is commonly used as a drinking toast in Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man.