This morning my cat, Grace, woke me up at exactly 6:25 a.m. just like she did yesterday. Only today is the first day of Daylight Savings Time in the US, so she woke me up one hour earlier because we “spring forward” and lose an hour to make the adjustment. How did she do this? I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
It’s not the first year that this has happened. But it is the first year that it has been snowing on the day that we make this yearly shift into spring. Last week, I was picking daffodils and enjoying sunny walks up the mountain with only a light jacket. The birds were singing and the March winds were rustling through the woods.
It’s Sunday, which in English is called the Sabbath, a day to rest. My favorite writer, Wendell Berry, made it a habit of spending the Sabbath outdoors every Sunday unless the weather was really poor. I have adopted the same habit on Sunday afternoons.