Something flickered on the kitchen wall this morning. Could it possibly be my own shadow? Oh, there it is on the floor too.
Does it count if it’s inside the house? On the way to the garage I was rained on and shone upon at the same time; there was no longer any doubt. I had seen my shadow.
I think I would prefer 6 more weeks of winter rather than these unusually hot springs we have had which then seem to cheat us out of summer.
At lunch I found a seed in the persimmon I was eating. It was surprisingly big. I had never seen one before. I will plant it and see what happens. Last week I ordered a persimmon tree. Makes me think about people who decide to adopt and then get pregnant.
We went into town to see if we could find anyone interested in Good. We saw a riot police bus and wondered what might be going on. It was to do with a football (soccer) game. A group of fans had a parade.
A man was giving out flyers against austerity. He did not agree that a change in mankind, a change in our hearts, would bring more happiness than a change in government policy.
We came home and made crêpes. That is what French people do on February 2nd. Never mind the thicker flipping gold type ones. We like them cooked on the bilig, lacy, thin, almost crispy, moistened with Breton butter.
I saw my shadow and it was a big one. It looks like this will be a year when l’hiver prend vigueur*. Not that surprising since we haven’t had much winter to speak of so far. A thermometer close to the house says 2°C and there is a north wind chill factor. It might end up like in 2009.
Maybe we will heat up the bilig and make some crêpes tonight. One does not flip a bilig, but I prefer the thin crispy crêpes. Photos in a previous entry in case you don’t know what a bilig is or what a proper crêpe looks like. Well,…. actually these were green.
*Winter gathers its forces, becomes vigorous.
I can’t say I actually saw my shadow, but I did see some shadows when the sun came out briefly. Following is what I’ve written previously about this day:
Since I’ve been living in France I have realized there is a lot more to that day than a rodent in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. There are many religious and secular traditions associated with February 2nd. People flip crepes with a gold piece in their other hand. Success ensures success! It is also the day Jesus was presented at the temple (Simon and Anna). And just this year I read that it is the midpoint between Dec. 21 and March 21. There is a French saying, A La Chandeleur, l’hiver meure ou prend vigeur. At Candlemas, winter dies or gathers its forces.
A new element:
a cross-quarter day, a day halfway between an equinox (equal day / equal night) and a solstice (minimum day / maximum night in the northern hemisphere). … Another cross-quarter day is Groundhog’s Day.
Now that I realize Jesus was not born on December 25th, it seems logical to assume he was not presented at the temple on February 2nd. So I guess this day is simply a turning point in the season. It is the Creator that established the seasons, I believe, unless it was our downfall that tilted the earth’s axis. This occurred to me as I was thinking what a change it would make if we all stopped lying—it might straighten the earth, it would be such a shock to the universe!
So far today, the sky is unevenly gray with a light drizzle falling. Maybe a drizzle is by definition light? As husband passed in front of a white wall, I did see his shadow, but I don’t know yet if I will see my own.
Since I’ve been living in France I have realized there is a more to this day than a rodent in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. There are many religious and secular traditions associated with February 2nd. People flip crepes with a gold piece in their other hand. Success ensures success! In case of failure, if the floor isn’t too dirty, you can still eat the crepe. It is also the day (supposedly) Jesus was presented at the temple (Simon and Anna). It is the midpoint between Dec. 21 and March 21. There is a French saying, A La Chandeleur, l’hiver meure ou prend vigeur. At Candlemas, winter dies or gathers its forces.
I have to wait ’til after lunch to see what Punxsutawney Phil has to say, due to the time difference.