Daylight savings time has a long history in our country, but it is only in recent years that it has begun so early in March. For those of us who are "morning people," be it by choice or necessity, this early "Springing Forward" is depressing. On weekdays, I must be up by 5:45 AM to be ready to greet my young granddaughter at the door by 6:20, and begin my day of bus schedules and preschool pickups. How lovely it has been for the past two or three weeks to wake up to dawn streaking the sky in the east and birds singing outside my window. No matter how tired I was when the alarm went off, seeing daylight through the curtains was a strong motivator to get up and out of bed.
Last night at 2:00 AM, that changed. Now I will once again rise to darkness -- and this year, it is a frigid, snowy darkness, as well. The birds continue to sing, though, because they are ready for spring, darkness or not -- hearing their beautiful songs and chatter will help me to drag myself from my warm and cozy bed until the days lengthen enough to compensate for this change in time.
The view from my porch this week is still one of winter, and I am really missing that hour we lost last night, because I had to be up early this morning, inadvertently waking my granddaughter and her puppy who were sleeping over. There were no peaceful few moments to sip coffee and prepare for the day.
However, life is what it is, and all I can do is be thankful that the birds begin their songs before daybreak, and that I should have some time for a short nap this afternoon to help my body clock adjust to the loss of last night's hour. Spring will come, and within a month, I will once more wake to the peachy hues of sunrise dappling through the trees. Complaining about Daylight Savings Time is like cursing into the wind.