I woke up this morning to the murky light of morning. I knew in an instant that I had overslept–for the first time I inadvertently stood up my walking buddy. (Only last week I purposely turned off the alarm and went back to sleep.) Last night, I double-checked my alarm clock to make sure it was still set for 6:15 a.m. It was. Then I neglected to flick the “on” button.
So, I stayed snuggled under the covers until 8:00 a.m.
The Magic Roundabout hd The end of Daylight Savings time has little effect on our family now. No one naps and the 5-year old takes our word for it when we tell her it’s bedtime. She slept a little later than usual today, which was odd. I remember the days when we had babies on schedules, though, and how much I detested the time change.
This afternoon, the children played in the back yard even after darkness fell (between 4:30 and 5:00). They didn’t question the early darkness.
I kind of like the dark evenings. The house feels cozy with its little pools of lamplight here and there.
I’m constantly having to ask myself what month it is. Sometimes I am so disoriented that I can’t quite remember what season it is. The circling of seasons reminds me of that water-park ride where you slide down from pool to pool on an inner-tube, around and around until you drop down the rushing water to the next whirpool. Around and around we go, the seasons coming at us faster and faster until, with a whoosh, we’re circling downstream.
At least that’s how it seems to me.
6 thoughts on “The circle of seasons”
I’ve never thought of seasons quite that way.
I like dark evenings too.
I don’t mind the time change either. I grew up with it although here in my rural area of Indiana they never changed time. They stayed the same all year round. I have lived here for 19 years (moved here when i married my hubby). Just this year the legislators in IN decided we’d change like everyone else does. Good grief…you’d think that they had voted to close down sports in America the way people have protested the time change.
Oh, and I can’t believe it’s November either. I know I’m going to blink and it will be Christmas. Time is rushing by more and more swiftly I think. It makes my head spin.
My head is spinning and I’m swirling around and around the whole season of life thing! Christmas coming soon? Yep! Kids growing up too quick? Yep. I’d love to hit the pause button once in a while and relax and enjoy it all. Kenny Chesney’s new song says it all, I’ve got this one on my iPod:
Just like that
You’re six years old and you take a nap
And you wake up and you’re twenty-five
And your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
You just might miss your babies growin’ like mine did
Turnin’ into moms and dads
Next thing you know
Your better half of fifty years is there in bed
And you’re prayin’ God takes you instead
Trust me friend
A hundred years goes faster than you think
(So) don’t blink
I feel that the seasons are completely running into one another. I don’t like the fact that by the time November is here that everything looks like December because people have Christmas already before us. I want to enjoy Thanksgiving and give it what it deserves as a holiday. Why do people want to hurry that up so much? Bothers me that its really lost its magical luster it had even 10 years ago. That was sort of off topic but something that has been bugging me all week..the seasons topic set it off again..haha!
And I thought it was just me.
That water park description was a good one! I feel like that right now, except on warp speed. And the time change thing is a double edged sword for me this year with a new baby.
I got off work at midnight the other night and thought, “Cool! It’s actually 11! Rock!”
Then the baby and the oldest both woke at 6 am, since their bodies always wake up at 7 normally. That sucked a little. And the baby still hasn’t adjusted. I’d forgotten about that part in the 6 years since I’d had my last baby…