Aside from being Super Bowl Sunday, and Ground Hog Day Eve, and February 1st, today is St. Brigid’s Day. According to the Celtic calendar this day – Lá Fhéile Bríde or Imbolc, pronounced i-MOLK – marks the beginning of spring!
Here in Montreal no amount of wishful thinking is going to help when it comes to an early spring. If Punxsutawney Phil does not see his shadow tomorrow, it means an early spring, if he does see it we have six more weeks of winter. The bad news is six more weeks of cold weather? That would be grand by my standards; spring-like weather by mid-March is a rarity in these parts. So the Ground Hog thing doesn’t work.
So let’s give old St. Brigid a try. It seems today marks either the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end of winter, as today is about the midway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. That’s all fine and dandy, but right outside my window as I write this the temperature is -22C (-7.6F); when the wind is factored in it feels like almost -30C (-22F).
Saint Brigid or Saint Frigid?
Still the only true indicator of the arrival of spring is, of course, the ability to comfortably wear shorts! And that is a long way off.