When we talk about the weather.

Winter2014-166Winter2014-167Winter2014-188Winter2014-163 Winter2014-164Winter2014-187Winter2014-192Winter2014-168 Winter2014-171 Winter2014-174 Winter2014-185Winter2014-178Winter2014-186Winter2014-190 Winter2014-191Last Friday night James and I went to go see Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest.”  Have you seen it? I read it in high school and watched the movie many times but James had never seen or read it.  In the past year we decided that we really wanted to make an effort to see more plays, ballets, and concerts here in the city. I don’t want to turn to our kids someday and explain to them that all I did in this amazing city was brunch. Although, as they will be related to me and James, they will probably take brunch very seriously. When I see a play by Shakespeare or Wilde, I wonder if we have gotten dumber as a culture, or if we have just gotten so lazy with our language skills that we have lost the ability to create something like Wilde’s fast paced verbal sparring. Despite the difference of over a hundred years, his words have lost none of their humor today. Muffins will always be funny. In the midst of our laughter, one of the characters declared, “Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else.”

And we do.

This week, we can talk of nothing but the weather around here. Last weekend the sun came out and the temperatures sored. We went out without coats and gloves, we turned off the heat, and we put the extra blanket in the closet. James’ brother and his girlfriend are spending their spring break with us and we strolled leisurely through Eastern Market, enjoying the fresh flowers and sun. I baked my first summer strawberry cake and we ate caprese salad and pretended like it was June. James and I took a long walk Sunday and I enjoyed an iced drink, even though it was still cold enough to freeze my hand off.

And then yesterday, the temperature dropped 40 degrees and the wind picked up and we all got inexplicably angry. Everyone I spoke to on Thursday talked about the weather. But really, I’m pretty certain we are talking about something else.

We are talking about the hope that spring brings and our eagerness to see it wash over the gray. We are talking about how ready we are for flowers to fill in the dirt and for the days to stretch longer and push back the night. We are talking about our need for sun and light and warmth and joy. We are talking about our excitement over new life and fresh starts. We are talking about the changes in light that come with seasons, and how that light illuminates different parts of the world for us. We are talking about one of the last infuriatingly powerful things that we cannot control in this modern world. We are talking about a longing so complex and multifaceted that we can’t fully put words to it.  On the cold days that creep back up, all those hopes are threatened and we feel the wrongness of it all through our souls, but we don’t know how to talk about it.

So instead, we talk about the weather. Because by talking about the weather, we are talking about our world and our own tiny little place in it.

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18 Responses to When we talk about the weather.

  1. ninasusan says:

    Exactly…great post

  2. Kristiana says:

    All of your photos are so beautiful! Love the vibrance and colors! How fun, my class has been studying a lot of Shakespeare lately and despite what everyone said about it I have absolutely loved studying his work. I learned so many things from his works. Ho funny that when we talk about the weather we are really conveying our moods. BTW I absolutely love your blog! I’ve been reading for a while but I’m really bad at commenting lol.

    • Hannah says:

      Thanks! I love Shakespeare. Every time I read or see anything by him I get so overwhelmed at how wonderful our language is because he uses it SO WELL.

  3. I crave the spring, and love your writing about this. It’s so true that something within us awakens during those sunnier days that just can’t be mustered during the winter.

  4. admin says:

    Love it. So true!

  5. Yes. To Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare (who with Jane Austen have ruined me for most modern rom coms). To what we really mean when we talk about weather. (And to Rupert Everett and Colin Firth fighting over muffins.)

  6. P.S. Have you seen “An Ideal Husband”? Also by Wilde– a bit darker than “The Importance of Being Earnest,” but so good in ways that only Wilde-esque dialogue can be.

  7. It’s never too cold for a frapuccino. We had a couple days of a few days above melting in which we shed our jackets and rolled our windows down, and now it has plunged into ‘second winter.’ But soon! Soon it shall be spring.

  8. Love this! Beautiful. Also The Important of being Ernest is one of my favorite plays! So cute and funny!

  9. Jenna P says:

    Hannah- I cannot even recall how I started reading your blog, but I love it. I’ve always HATED when people talk about the weather to me. I’d rather be silent than have “filler” conversations. This entry helped me to understand that perhaps they’re just being wistful and hopeful.

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  12. Katie says:

    So beautiful, and so true.

    I actually don’t mind talking about the weather. I’ve always felt what you said here–that it stands for something else. It stands for something that we can’t say so easily or even, sometimes, so well.

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