Flying out of Columbus today on a clear, cold day, looking at the familiar grid pattern of the farmland below, I was reminded of an enlightening conversation I actually had on a flight some years ago. The well-dressed, older woman sitting next to me, who apparently hailed from one of the coasts, was looking doubtfully at the countryside below and finally asked: “What is going on down there?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Why are those squares and rectangles on the ground?” she asked.
“Those are farms,” I explained.
“Oh,” she replied.
I know they call our neck of the woods “flyover country,” but don’t the folks on the coasts at least know what they are flying over?
Daylight Savings Time is here! That means this morning we “spring ahead,” and reset all of our clocks exactly one hour later, so the daylight will last longer at night.
“Spring ahead!” in the spring, and “fall back!” in the fall. It’s easy to remember, isn’t it?
Except, what if it isn’t quite spring yet? Here in Columbus, it’s a bracing 24 degrees out on this crisp, cold, dry morning, and we’re looking at a high of 43 — if we’re lucky. Temperatures in the 20s and 30s? That’s not what I call spring-like weather, when the air is supposed to feel moist and there is a faint scent of growing plant life on the sultry breeze. Here in the Midwest, unfortunately, it feels like we’re trapped in the icy grip of Old Man Winter, and he just won’t go away gracefully.
There needs to be a Daylight Savings Time saying for this unending winter condition, too. How about: “Don’t mess with the clock when the cold is a shock”? Or: “The time shouldn’t be changed when the weather is deranged”?
Or maybe we need to work with what we’ve already got, and just make a few punctuation changes here and there. Instead of “spring ahead!” we should go with “spring, ahead?” instead, to acknowledge the concerns of those of us who wonder whether blessed, sultry, promising spring will ever get here.