Carolina blue sky with cirrus clouds |
The fall season’s first burst of
open-window weather arrived Monday morning, with a pleasant north-northeasterly
breeze. Oh, it won’t last, but it’s made for a welcome change from 137%
humidities. The clear air sparkles with the first hints of autumn coming, the
light visibly slanting as the sun lines up with the equator. Yellowed poplar
leaves above browning bracken ferns hug the ditches along Rt. 133, hinting at imminent change. Closer to home, working in the garden transforms from a
sweaty chore to purest joy.
How the sun appears to travel
across the sky during the
autumnal equinox |
Once the
initial thrill of turning off the air-conditioner for whole days at a time
subsides, however, the melancholy side of my nature whispers that the sunlit
hours begin to decrease in earnest as we move inexorably toward autumnal
equinox. Since I find intellectual activity soothing, I did some research to
pin down the sine wave that day-lengths follow over the course of a year on Oak
Island.
Sunrise
to sunset, our seven longest days in June run 14 hours and 25 minutes long.
Winter solstice, on December 21 this year, logs only nine hours and 53 minutes of
sunshine; the five days on either side of solstice clock in one minute longer.
The graph below depicts day-lengths on the winter and summer solstices, vernal
and autumnal equinoxes, and the four cross-quarter days of Imbolc, Beltane,
Lughnasadh and Samhain, pronounced “sou(as in south)-EEN.”
Please click on this to make it readable |
Why
mention the cross-quarters? (Don't know what a cross-quarter is? See the "Things Are Looking Up" post from August 13, 2011.) Despite their medieval, New-Age, wiccan and pagan
associations, those dates have real as well as symbolic meaning for Northern
hemisphere gardeners, celebrating key transition points in the cycle of
cultivation:
the first stirrings of new life;
Beltane |
planting crops;
first harvest;
and final harvest.
Still
feeling a little blue, I moved on to the U.S. Naval Observatory’s sunrise/sunset chart. The next graph resulted from plotting
day-lengths from another angle.
Again, click for readability (if not legibility: see below) |
Okay, we’re done with graphs. Those colored
inks don’t erase as well as pencil does.
Plus I feel better now. Sure, the
amount of sunlight we get each day is shrinking now, but it’ll stretch out
again soon. Soon? You bet. Labor Day’s gone, so that means Halloween lurks
around the corner (as a visit to any store will attest); Thanksgiving and
Christmas won’t be far behind. After winter solstice, we start the sunlight
upswing again.
Summer solstice graphic |
Winter solstice graphic |
There's no good reason for the above graphics. I just think they're pretty.
Ah, reassuring cycles.
*****
Now for
something completely different.
At the top of my bedside reading
stack is Simon Garfield's fascinating Just My Type: A Book about Fonts.
You may think the shapes of letters rank far down on the list of influential
factors in your life, but you'd be wrong. Readability versus legibility issues
aside, fonts make texts feel purposeful or playful, emotional or detached,
scholarly or goofy, formal or informal, quaint or modern, with-it or stuffy,
straightforward or fussy, serious or inane, even male or female. Take a minute
to really look at the nine examples below. Which one appeals most to your eye?
Are you a serif or sans serif aficionado? Have any clue as to why or why
not? Or why a movement exists to ban breezy and conversational-looking Comic Sans?
TIMES NEW ROMAN
The fall
season’s first burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
ARIAL
The fall season’s first burst of
open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
BOOKMAN
OLD STYLE
The fall season’s first burst of open-window
weather arrived Monday morning.
CALIBRI
The fall season’s
first burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
CENTURY
GOTHIC
The
fall season’s first burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
COMIC SANS
The fall season’s first
burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
GARAMOND
The fall season’s first
burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
TAHOMA
The fall season’s first burst of
open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
TREBUCHET
The
fall season’s first burst of open-window weather arrived Monday morning.
As one striving for publication, I
stick primarily to Times New Roman for the work I send out into the world. Just My Type may move me to branch out
and forge some new neural pathways, which is always a good thing, if it doesn't
require further graph manufacture.
Thanks for dropping by.
(Whaddya think?)
Kathy
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