Hope Springs Eternal? Or is it Spring Hope is Eternal. No, no, I’ve got it! We all hope spring is going to arrive, if not eternally, at least starting Thursday. According to the calendar, and the constant reassurances by the meteorologists, that’s when it’s scheduled to arrive – on Thursday. Will it? We’ll see. But one thing we know for sure: The Groundhog was right!
To be fair though, winter is leaving but he’s taking baby steps up here in the north country; bigger steps in and down toward the city. Witness his retreat southward along the Hudson River:
Still Frozen in Peekskill
Go 7 miles south to Croton
3 more southward miles to Ossining.
Tarrytown – 6 more miles. Nothing!!!!
Boy, 16 miles can make a big difference, can’t it?
As for the House of Mars, we’re making progress (I guess). Remember my clothes line back in February?
Here it was Sunday…..
My “parking spot” back then?
My walk in February
Hey, I guess it’s not so bad after all! Pipe down, Marble. Spring is a-comin’
Spring was here; for one brief day; Saturday. Others think of spending the first warm(ish) day, hiking or biking in the country. I think of making my way down city streets. And as luck would have it, I just happened to be going into Manhattan. Bonus!
The first hint of spring was the fact that I was able to stand on the Peekskill station’s platform while I waited for the train. The station is right on the Hudson and the winter wind blowing across the platform can turn your head inside out. I swear, it could move half the cars in the parking lot if the station’s structures didn’t block its force. I take no chances. Winter finds me waiting for the train up here
Or in here.
But no matter what time of year, I always take a minute to take in the view. It’s always fit for a postcard. And Saturday I was able to take it all in without the distraction of shivering muscles and chattering teeth.
By the time I arrived in the city an hour later it was absolutely balmy – for March.
I took the downtown subway halfway to my destination, and since I had nearly an hour to spare before my appointment, I got off three stops early and walked the rest of the way, my route confined to the narrow side streets which hold the “real” New York
After my appointment, I decided to walk the two and half miles back uptown. But first, I needed sustenance. If you recall in an earlier blog I boasted about never eating at one of the city’s trendy food trucks. Well I can boast no more. I joined the trend.
Actually it was very efficient. At first I was discouraged by what I thought was a line but was pleased to discover that everyone had already placed their orders and were actually milling about, waiting to receive them. I stepped up to the window reserved for placing orders and decided on a spicy cheese empanada from the Veggie listing.I handed over my $3.00, and like the obedient patrons of Seinfeld’s famous Soup Nazi, stepped to the left to await its being called out at the next window. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, those orders just came flying out, and the line dispersed, myself included. In less than four minutes, I was heading uptown, taking happy bites out of my empanada.
I thought of taking a picture, but too late. By the time the notion entered my head, the empanada was close to morsel size. But if you’ve ever had a Jamaican Patty or a British Pastie, picture one of those, but, in my empanada’s case, no meat filling, rather, four types of melted cheese, mixed in with caramalized onions and speecy-spicy seasonings. Luckily they supplied a handful of napkins. I don’t know what needed them more – my hands or my face.
Ahh, food, warmth, fluffy clouds in a blue sky – life in the city was good.
Next stop ….
….where people flocked to the benches to re-acquaint themselves with the sun.
….where kiddies in the playground remembered what slides and swings felt like without winter gloves.
And where, in their own playground, the dogs frolicked…
….or chose not to
Meanwhile back out on the streets, even busy dogs, out on errands, stopped to say hello.
All too soon I reached Grand Central Station for the trip back north.
Alas the next two days were damp and chilly and the remainder of the week seems to be stalled in what the weather forecasters like to call unseasonably cold temps. But I’ll take unseasonably cold in April over that one unseasonably warm day in November when Mother Nature shows her sadistic side,cackling at us suckers who hope against all odds that it’s going to last while knowing all along that the next, we’ll be freezing our sweet patooties off.
Days like that are oh so wrong.
But Saturday was oh so right.