I thought I'd give this thread a revival given the quality of the writing and the interesting points of view here.
It's been a strange winter so far and time is running out for a 'proper' one to arrive - only a handful of hard frosts and no snow except for one blizzard that didn't settle. But so wet which makes walking on the muddy fields incredibly slippy due to the clay. There's definitely something unsettling about not having a winter in which coats and scarves have been necessary. There have been bonuses though - evenings spent at least partly outside under the stars at a time of year that would normally be far too cold for one.
I'm glad that this thread has been revived - I've enjoyed it very much and, I hope, had something to contribute to it.
While people think of winter covering December to February, the image of a cold, snowy Christmas can mislead - January and February are typically the coldest months of the year (it can of course snow significantly well into April, and I'm referring to the East Midlands here and not Scotland), hence snowdrops (clue is in the name) appearing in February.
I think it was in
Watership Down that Richard Adams said that what humans enjoy about winter is not the winter itself but being able to insulate themselves from it - hence the pleasure (to me and like-minded people) of winter overcoats, woolly hats, scarves, gloves and wellies. I'm a confirmed winter lover and actively embrace harsh weather - a mild winter seems wrong, unfitting, out of place; winter is
supposed to be cold and gloomy. Even the majority of people who I would say dislike winter and can't wait for it to be over recognise this and are themselves apt to moan about an unseasonably mild winter.
Near at hand on a small foothill of my to-read mountain is a wonderful book called
The Seasons: A Celebration of the English Year by Nick Groom*. It's an unapologetically England-centric examination of the English seasons, English weather and associated traditions, mythology and folklore. The ominous thing about is that, being a 2013 book, it's written very much with the shadow of climate change hovering over it and an elegaic tone - Groom's idea in writing the books seems to have been to erect a memorial for a set of clearly-defined seasons and the traditions associated with them, both probably doomed to disappear for ever, and soon.
Sad stuff
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http://goo.gl/bxexey