Groundhog Day: haibun

Groundhog Day is a custom observed in Canada (where I live) and in the United States. Usually it is only a piece of news chatter for me, but this year when I realize it is on Saturday (February 2) and I remember that photos I took on Friday feature long shadows, my interest is piqued. I took pictures in the morning when the sun was rising and shadows were long.

And this is what Groundhog Day is about: predicting spring based on sun and shadows in early February. The notion is that halfway between winter solstice (December 20) and spring equinox (March 20) a groundhog emerges out of his den to check the weather. If he sees his shadow, the prediction is for a long bout of cold weather, and not seeing his shadow means an early arrival of warmer weather. Whether or not any of this makes sense, the good news around here is that Groundhog Day was cloudy, the groundhog didn’t see his shadow and warmer weather will come soon.

mid-winter’s day

measuring

shadows

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Feb 1, 2019 (day before Groundhog Day)

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winter woes: haibun

Winter is a time of ‘calamities’ I realize as I slide 4 feet stepping off the front porch…the morning snow melted and refroze to ice. Later, safely seated inside, I scroll through memories of past winters since we moved out of the city…the door lock frozen after service hours (we went to a motel); the slow skid and collision (lesson: winter tires are essential); the unfortunate bird that smashed our windshield on the highway; the year I had to drive with a door open as the back latch was frozen; the year the house fuel tank froze–we paid for a service call for a simple fix that could have been suggested over the phone.

This week the car windshield cracked overnight in a severe temperature plunge and to top it off I learned at the garage that mice had once again destroyed the air filter.

a second income

if they paid rent

mice in the cabin filter

While the windshield was being replaced I walked over to the local library. This involved crossing at lights over five lanes of suburban roadway. Not all sidewalks are plowed so choosing a route took some thought. In the end I discovered that the presence of snow revealed a shorter route.

between

suburban lots

paths carved in snow

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January: a haibun

This January I find myself surrendering to winter, adapting to the calls of sleep, oven casseroles, and layers of cotton, wool and polyester—layers worn and taken off with changes in damp and chill. Dreams, no resolutions, but hazy sightings of possibility accompany me under layers of comforters. They nestle within as a cat circles my lap, quelling my daily resistance.

the sun shines

and I shudder

it’s too early for spring

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thoughts in the dark: haibun

I wake up at 6am in darkness. If I sleep in to 7, my room will still be cloaked in darkness….Clementines….Christmas…associations from childhood drift into my head…and then I remember: today is winter solstice. In days to come the sun will linger a few minutes longer each day.

gifts of the sun…

figs, dates, nuts

all from afar away…

gold in the toe:

a Christmas stocking

mandarin orange

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A stroll down Princess Street (continued)

Near the bottom of Princess Street, in shivering twilight, the atmosphere shifts. Warm tendrils of aroma fill the air.

over the crosswalk

a heavenly realm

fresh-baked dough

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More haiku about aromas in the city can be found today at A Sense of Place: City Sidewalk–smell. I have another olfactory haiku included there (listed alphabetically by first name–janice).

The image of the wood-fired pizza oven is from Pixabay.

Peter Rabbit: haibun

Illustration of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter (public domain)

Beatrix Potter purists may not approve of 2018’s computer-animated Peter Rabbit film. I enjoyed it.

in winter cold

we gather around

the glowing TV

Human actors (starring Bea and Mr McGregor) interact with animated wildlife, propelled by an upbeat soundtrack, sprinkles of humour and wholesome sentiments.

Peter Rabbit talks

with no taradiddles*

he can admit fault

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*word used in the film during a Scrabble game (not to be confused with paradiddle)

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