Brooklin author/photographer Richard J. Leighton creates the popular “In the Right Place” posts online about life and nature in Maine. He shares a post the second Thursday of each month in The Ellsworth American.
The season of hope
By Richard Leighton
The problem with March here is that you can’t trust her. Her primary jobs are to bring us spring and daylight saving time, but she usually falls in love with Old Man Winter and carries on with him in the most distracting ways.
We had a big snowstorm last week, but not as bad as the white-out blizzard that you see in the accompanying image. That occurred on March 14, 2018 —exactly one year ago today. We’ll likely get more snow before April dances in, and maybe some after she gets here.
Technically, March is supposed to bring us two springs. March 1 is “Meteorological Spring,” which is based on the annual temperature cycle and our division of the year into the four seasons of spring, summer, fall and winter.
Most of us in this hemisphere, however, will accept March 20 as the first day of scientific spring this year. That’s when “Astronomical Spring” arrives in the form of the March equinox. During that equinox, daylight and nighttime will last almost the same time. (“Equinox” comes from the Latin words “equal” and “night.”)
Frankly, meteorological and astronomical spring are not that meaningful in the lives of those of us who like to think of spring as a heart-lifting time of lushness. We prefer what might be called “Psychological Spring,” a feels-like-spring season, which usually occurs here during a few days in June.