End March, or beginning April if you prefer that, always herald the most significant change in the Southern hemisphere, much I suppose like end September or early October will invoke up in the Northern lands.
For us it says the summer in its most severe mood is over; nature may throw a few days of a benign Indian summer at us in April but April heralds the arrival of winter rains and your survival through another murderous summer. There is nothing ephemeral about summer heat; it is harsh on man and beast; we often need winter more than the heat of eternal summers.
The days are shrinking faster during the months of April and May down south as if to prepare inner man to slow down and rest too. Winter rescues not only what is alive but also man’s spirit; it can feed and replenish the energy of body and soul.
It brings along the long winter nights when it is good to be alive and stay indoors.
I love autumn, or the fall as my American friends call it and will some years even make me don a shirt during daylight, or even wear a pair of shoes. We have two guys in town [two brothers in fact] that we have never seen with shoes on their feet. I do wear “footgear” reluctantly for only really special occasions but I try to skip as many of them as I can.
This winter, as will be yours up north in October will herald much new thinking in the World; this old planet has given so much and man has take more from it than what we should have; man is like that. As a creature that likes endless personal comfort he plunders the beauty given to him; and he wants more, to pursue wealth or prestige driven by en insatiable desire to display and waste.
I am looking forward to winter this year; the earth is telling us that it is time to slow down and I have taken the call.
March 31, 2012 at 4:19 pm |
Great to see the finger tips, good fellow.. 🙂
March 31, 2012 at 5:27 pm |
Thanks Elcapeador
I am going through the motions and can’t have a first “empty” month. How you guys keep on and on is still a miracle in my eyes and I wished I could….. but alas,…. I need the break of a more compatible winter.
March 31, 2012 at 11:10 pm |
Well gosh Ike, just move to South Florida. Only thing that’s prudent in that neck of the woods..Get the hell outta’ the way of them hurricanes. 😉
April 1, 2012 at 6:41 am |
Elcampeador
Do they still speak English in South Florida? My Spanish and Mexican are not so good; and them mosquitoes can also be a problem in Southwest Florida.
And overall we are fairly well and safe from the Bama; self-appointed leaders in Africa won’t let him in here.
April 1, 2012 at 1:39 pm
Well, from my experiences when living in Fl. the Cubans escaping from Fidel-land, actually improved the South portion. That is until the wealthy Haw-Haws broke the law and decided that they could save money, by hiring ILLEGALS from Mexico.
Seems those folks didn’t give a damn that some, if not a good portion of those illegals were there to begin the lucrative business of drugs.
The “self-appointed leaders” seem infinitely smarter then the majority here, that put #44 into office..
April 1, 2012 at 4:21 pm |
Well great El old friend
You have quite a mouthful for a small Post to handle it all. Immigration is a worldwide problem; once you open the gates who can tell what will happen.
There is a thing about drug trafficking that I don’t see much in the news. The old days seem to have ended without a word. There was a time when the drug squad came knocking on your door when you tried to launder the green stuff through the bank. Where is the laundering done today? I shall tell you this that I hope will make you think. There is this massive thingy called Internet Banking. See?
The Bama has closed the door on himself in Africa; they don’t trust the little bastard any more than you do.
April 3, 2012 at 1:07 am |
Reblogged this on PUMABydesign001's Blog and commented:
There is no one who can explain the change of seasons so eloquently as my friend, Sir Ike.
April 3, 2012 at 3:53 am |
Dear lady BD
Thanks. I shall look it up in your Site. Thanks for the complement. I don’t have your energy and things are down in the family but I am alive; that is what counts.
April 3, 2012 at 1:23 am |
Good for you guys in Africa, Ike, and a great post, as usual.
I suspect that we don’t hear about it much anymore because, at least in this hemisphere it’s probably done through Mexican, Venezuelan, and maybe Cuban and Iranian banks. Its surely being done somehow.
And we are getting a lot of middle eastern types in the illegal immigrant stream anymore.
April 3, 2012 at 3:55 am |
Hi Nebraska
The money is laundered through the Internet my Friend. Read up on the Forex dealings per day; it boggles the mind.
And who controls the Internet, in your thinking? All the crooks and shysters of the World, and their drug pals.
April 3, 2012 at 1:45 am |
And a note of apology, for some reason WordPress decided not to tell me when you posted, so I missed some which I will catch up on. Be well, Sir.
April 3, 2012 at 3:55 am |
Hi again Nebraska
No need to apologize. I am not much good at the moment but I do keep an eye open.
April 5, 2012 at 8:17 am |
Glad to see you back from the front, old top!
April 5, 2012 at 8:18 am |
Glad to see you back front, old top!
April 5, 2012 at 8:20 am |
That was supposed to read
April 5, 2012 at 9:47 am |
Nolanimrod old Friend
Your three comments let me think of a saying that I once heard about a guy who was in front of the rear; much like modern political thinking I suppose.
And it is not that I was gone never to return; however it is not to take the lead or to get up front.
I am taking the day off; we are now well into our fall season; the weather is divine and it is glorious to be alive.
Thanks for calling in. It remains one of my dreams to meet you in person one day.
April 8, 2012 at 7:01 pm |
Good post, Ike!
There is something to the changing of the seasons — the sense that, no matter how foolhardy people are, something greater is at work and goes about its business with no regard to us.
The changing of the seasons, the differences in light, in temperature, in precipitation are things I dearly miss. San Francisco is like a suspended Andromeda — a galaxy in its own right, a place where time, morals, principles, and even mother nature seem suspended. Spring feels no different from winter which in turn feels no different from autumn which feels no different from summer. It’s a strange feeling and not a good one.
April 9, 2012 at 5:22 am |
Thanks Christopher
You sum it so beautifully in your second paragraph. I wish I wrote that.
The Cities are not for me right now; there was a time I earned my money in them but I am pleased that I am out of them now.