There are three garden hoses hanging on the wall in my garage. I brought them in on the Saturday afternoon after Thanksgiving on probably one of the last nice fall days.
I believe garden hoses are the real sign of summer. They water the garden and when needed, the lawn. They are used to wash the car and anything else. And there is my favorite job of all – filling my granddaughters’ wading pool.
For me, bringing in the garden hoses is the last act of fall and means that winter is approaching.
A week earlier I spent a Tuesday afternoon with its almost warm temperatures in the garden with a shovel digging up the last of the potatoes.
Conversely, when the hoses are attached to the hydrants in spring, it means winter is really done. No more freezing temperatures with warmer weather on the way. Hooray.
Considering it was after mid-November, I was running on borrowed time digging up potatoes and putting away the hoses. I was taking advantage of the weatherman’s forecast that snow was coming, just not very soon.
I am no fan of snow or winter and to hope for a snowless winter is not realistic.
My garden hoses hanging on the garage wall is like waving a flag of surrender.
Okay, winter, I’ve played poker with you as long as I dare. I’m out of aces and you’re still holding trump cards. Game over. You win. Again.
Good bye, lawn mower. Hello, snow shovel.
Good bye to breezes blowing through open windows. Hello to the frequent sound of the furnace fan. Well, for the next four or so months anyway.
A person could go south for a few months where it is summer all the time, but I would have to leave a lot of my stuff behind. I would miss my stuff.
So I have resigned myself to getting caught up over the next months on my many books I have been meaning to read. That actually sounds good.
Maybe I will clean off the top of my desk as I am confined to indoors. Naaah. I’m not that desperate.
December will disappear in the Christmas and New Year holidays. After that there is January, February, and March. Then I can take my garden hoses off the wall.
Why would anyone be so hung up on garden hoses?
When I look at them, I remember a day early last summer when my two granddaughters, ages 4 and 2, were here for the day.
We told them to bring their swimming suits along so they could use the wading pool.
They had their suits on and we went to the garage to inflate the wading pool with the air compressor.
As the pool was inflated and took its shape, they were so excited all they could do was look at each other and scream in excitement.
Next was filling the pool with the hose.
That happened several times last summer (except for the screaming part).
Water and warm weather make a great combination. Everything is on pause until those conditions return.
Eddie Cochran had a hit song in 1958 called, “Summertime Blues.”
He sang, “Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do when there ain’t no cure for those summertime blues.”
Is there a cure for the wintertime blues?
Rye is a Farm News staff writer and farmer from Hanlontown. Reach him by e-mail at email@example.com.
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