3.01.2005

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Boy was that old proverb ever true here in SW Indiana today. What a crazy day weather-wise. I awoke to snow flurries and a couple of inches on the ground. I really wasn't terribly surprised as it began snowing before I made it home from a photography jaunt after work last night. You can view my photos at Flickr.com and search for ctb57. While running errands tonight, I experienced more snow flurries WHILE the sun was shining. Now, I've seen it rain while the sun was shining but never snow. It was blustery and cold, and all I wanted to do tonight was get them done and get in where it's warm.

So, now I sit in my flannels, sweat shirt and cozy slippers writing this as the aromas from my kitchen remind me that it's supper-time. There's not much better than a pot of ham-n-beans, cornbread hot from the oven, steamed cabbage and warm fruit compote for a great snowy-night meal. I'm also comtemplating the old proverb:

"March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb."

and found myself Googling to find the origin of it. I didn't find an origin, but I did find this from AskOxford.com:

"March", according to the proverb, "comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb", but what are its other proverbial associations?

March is traditionally wet and windy, so that dusty soil would be rarely seen: from the 16th century it was said that "a peck of March dust is worth a king's ransom" (a peck was a dry measure of two gallons). It was also thought that the weather in March could be an augury of what was to come: "So many mists in March, so many frosts in May." There is however one March proverb which is not to do with the weather: "On the first of March, crows begin to search" refers to the tradition that crows begin pairing on this day. The proverbial phrase "mad as a March hare" has a similar origin: a "March hare" is a brown hare in the breeding season, noted for its leaping, boxing, and chasing in circles. In literary terms, strong winds seem to be a constant factor. Thomas Hood in "The Bridge of Sighs" writes of his despairing heroine, "The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river." Kipling refers to "the clanging arch of steel-grey March", and Shakespeare notes that the daffodils of early spring can "take The winds of March with beauty". But perhaps the strongest literary and historical association of the month is not with the weather, but with the "ides", or middle day of the month, in the ancient Roman calendar. Julius Caesar, who in Shakespeare's play unwisely ignores the soothsayer's warning, "Beware the Ides of March!", was murdered on the Ides (15th) of March in a conspiracy led by Brutus and Cassius.

Now, back to my kitchen. Just what is it about cooking/baking that is so therapeutic? Is it the cleaning, peeling, quartering, coring, chopping and dicing? Is it the measuring of ingredients and then assembling the dish? Or is it the aroma of whatever is baking or cooking? Maybe it's simply the joy of being able to do so.

therapeutic adj.: Having healing or curative powers [< Gk. therapeuein, treat medically.]

Whatever it is, it's something I don't mind doing after a long day of work.

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