Yes, this year's Spring is shaping up to be quite a spectacle, quite a spectacle indeed. It was just confirmed yesterday that Mother Nature will be returning as host, thus marking her 4.54 billionth consecutive turn as Master of Ceremonies.
What is it about season changes that we long for? Sure the new growth and fresh start of Spring excites us after a long winter. But so too do the crack of the baseball bat and hot summer nights, or the crispness of fall mornings.
Summer is officially over. That high 70s day last weekend was just messing with us. Even without September 22nd marking the official seasonal shift, t...
One of my favorite books about summer and its rites and rituals is Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. I highly recommend it, no matter if you are, like me, ending summer or if you are in a part of the world where summer and its joys are looming.
I think about how there are only a few more weeks left before school starts and summer ends and we are back to earlier bed times, earlier mornings and no more lazy days by the pool.
Those of us who live in climates with defined seasons should consider investing in clothing and shoes that will work during our longest, strongest season.
The circle of time, the celestial cycles, the round of the seasons, surrounds us and encompasses us. All there is, was, and will be exists within its ...
Creating an accurate and practical calendar is an astonishingly complicated challenge, which has plagued our calendrical tendencies since people first attempted to create some logical and consistent order for themselves from a universe that can be so chaotic and confusing in its complexity.
A year, no matter how it is determined, is simply a complete cycle. The transition, the precise turning point, between the end of one cyclical period and the start of another designates a new year.
This Sunday marks the yearly orgy of clock-adjusting known as daylight saving time. This is the best day of the year to remind everyone that time, as we know it, doesn't exist.
The fall, when the long hard labor of the growing and reaping seasons is finally finished and when the storehouses are as full as they will ever be, is an especially appropriate time to begin the year.
Summer brings up a lot of idealized pictures: family vacations, backyard barbeques with neighbors, street festivals with friends. In that gap between our hopes and our reality often comes the surprising feeling of loneliness.
Finally, FINALLY, finally, spring is officially here. Is it just me, or has this been the longest, darkest, and most depressing winter ever? Well, goo...
Some say we SoCal folks don't like the seasons, but that isn't true. We like three out of four and we visit winter in other places when we feel like it.
Though few people in our crowded cacophonous urban world live in focused alignment with the earth, the holidays we celebrate are the living legacy of the oldest seasonal observances.
As my neighbors grumble about the leaves covering their lawn, my boys wait wide-eyed, mighty rakes in their hands. The time is here; our delicate Japanese maple has finally shed enough of her red robe for a ginormous leaf pile.
Spending several weeks in Tokyo on a business trip in 2008, I was startled and enchanted to discover its human scale and its streets alive with people and plants.