It’s week #2 of Sophia’s Friendly Friday Challenge: In the Garden and she’s asked us about the first signs of spring. As I’ve bemoaned before, I don’t have much to show about gardens and here in the Great White North, spring comes a little later than most.
Truth be told, celebrating spring is learned behaviour for me. I grew up in Jamaica where there was only one season: Sunny. The day always started when the sun popped up and ended when it popped down. I say ‘popped’ because that was the duration of the sunrises and sunsets. Maybe I exaggerate. It is true though, that being so close to the equator, the daylight hours were pretty constant, with sunsets lasting only twenty four minutes, all year long.
For me then (and now), the first sign of spring is St. Patrick’s Day. The St. Patrick’s Day BBQ and Bingo was the major fund-raiser for the Franciscan Sisters of Allegany who ran my school. Until recently, I never questioned why we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day. The Sisters were from the US and St. Patrick was only one of the many saints that we learned about. I suspect that the town of their motherhouse, Allegany, New York must have had some Irish roots. Regardless, for me St. Patrick’s Day will forever be associated with BBQ’d chicken, baked macaroni & cheese and bingo.
In Toronto, I was reminded of St. Patrick’s Day by this cartoon. If you aren’t familiar with St. Patrick you can follow the link for more background. Or you can just enjoy the laugh.
So what about you? Have you seen the first signs of spring? Or to be geo-meteorologically correct, have you seen the first signs of a change in seasons? What does it look like in your part of the world?