Baby, It’s Cold Outside!


My crocus has croaked beneath a layer of snow.

Those of us who live in Colorado never question the adage IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE WEATHER, WAIT 10 MINUTES. After weeks of buying into fake news that predicted rain and/or snow, after weeks of wearing my fattening, flannel-lined jeans only to be overheated, Westcliffe got snow. Watching the fat flakes flurry in nearly white-out conditions, I felt the same thrill that I did when I was six: the snow was fresh, and I had a new American Flyer.

The drought had persisted so long, that I began to think of more primitive times: would a sacrifice satisfy the gods who wanted some recognition of their powers? And if so, what sacrifice would satisfy? Wayne Ewing writing in the March 30 edition of The Wet Mountain Tribune cited the National Weather Service: Although the current and predicted precipitation has nudged our immediate area out of ‘drought persists’ to ‘drought remains but improves,’ there is still room for concern.” As of March 27th, we were 40 percent below average. Scary stuff.


DSCN4240By Monday night, the weather gods decided to flex their muscle and the long anticipated snow fell. Donning our winter wear, we went for a twilight walk down the alleys and along the bluff. The scene was magical – made more so by the recognition that beyond the snow’s beauty was its utility. Walking back to the house, I was struck by the wreath on our front door: having just replaced winter’s Bittersweet berries with artificial Forsythia, I was a good month too early to celebrate spring. I could hear the gods laughing at my expense.

It’s good to be reminded that we aren’t as smart or powerful as we like to think we are.

I’m reading Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. Published in 1937, the book follows one black woman’s transformation into selfhood. The author of nine novels, Hurston was ahead of her time as a writer, anthropologist and folklorist. Both black and white critics were critical of Their Eyes. In particular, Hurston’s brand of feminism did not sit well with men. Following publication, Their Eyes was out of print for 30 years. The novel only came back in 1975 thanks to Alice Walker whose article,In Search of Nora Neale Hurston,” was published in Ms.

DSCN4252No one writes an extended metaphor better than Hurston. Quoting the very first paragraph of Their Eyes: “Ships at a distance have Man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.”


I’m left wondering if Hurston had second-sight. Did she know her end or was she just a realist? For certain her dreams were mocked. In October of ’59, Hurston was forced to enter the St. Lucie County Welfare Home where she died in January of 1960. She was laid to toss-and-turn in an unmarked grave in the Garden of Heavenly Rest, Fort Pierce, Florida. Her grave was finally marked in 1973 by Alice Walker. Finally, Hurston was at-rest.


Drought… Snow… Success… Failure. We scratch our heads, but the Buzzards on Second Street know the secret. We are supposed to spread our wings so we can dry out and fly.

About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.
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7 Responses to Baby, It’s Cold Outside!

  1. Monica Currie says:

    Loved it as usual.

  2. reneecarrier says:

    Indeed! Let’s fly! Might as well. Can’t dance. (Well, my husband won’t…) 😉

  3. timeout2 says:

    You can dance, Renee! Just zero in on some guy and ask him to dance with you. Your husband will get the message. In my case, it is all about tango lessons. Mark has bought in, but trying to get other couples to join us for group lessons has been a slog. The women are eager; the husbands not so much to never.

  4. Bar Scott says:

    Great blog, Doris. Thank you!

    Sent from my iPhone


    • timeout2 says:

      Thank you for reading, Bar. I’m out of the loop for the next two weeks, but don’t hesitate to send me whatever – reading your work is always a joy, never a chore. xo

  5. Jen Sweete says:

    I love you, Doris! Just sayin’ . . .

    Living The Sweete Life,

    Jen Sweete Owens

    CCWE President


    “Sometimes I pretend to be normal.

    But it gets boring.

    So I go back to being me.”

    – Ain Eineziz

    Global Healing Center Affiliate

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