Spring comes to Colchester

A tree in bloom in Colchester Town Centre

We have been here for a little over a month now, and magically in the last couple of days, there are flowers blooming.  What's up with that? 

In early January, when we arrived, the thinly shining sun, usually clouded over, would rise by around 8 am, reach as high as the building tops by a little after noon, and set by 4:45pm.  Now, the days are already a little longer, and in Castle Park and the green areas in the Town Centre, there are several different trees and shrubs in bloom, and snowdrops and crocuses peeking up in he grass.  It is still mostly cloudy.  The last several days have been very windy, and it seems as if the wind has persuaded these plants to wake up.

As welcome as these signs of springtime are, I feel as if it has happened without me.  I wasn't ready for it.  I have just barely figured out how to cook a British 'joint', or beef roast, and we just experimented with frozen Yorkshire Puddings, surely not as good as properly home-made ones would be, but probably not a bad introduction.  Tins of Oxtail Soup still wait in the cupboard.  I know that there will still be a month or two of cold days ahead, but this unexpected jolt of springtime has let me know that our six-month plus three week stay here really isn't as long a time as it first seemed.


Snowdrops in bloom in Castle Park

 Where have I been the last month?  It has taken awhile to figure out the workings of this 1860s house we are living in, to make peace with the radiators, how to rotate the laundry through the 'drying cupboard,' and how to lock the back door with the 'Standard British Lockset', which one can actually still purchase new from our local Homebase store, which also sells 'draught excluder,' better known as weather stripping.  It took a little time to find the Sainsbury's, the Tesco, and the Waitrose, and to discover which have the comparative advantage for different products.  (Only Waitrose seems to sell grapefruit.) 

It turns out that all that Haggis which was prominently displayed in all the groceries toward the end of January was for Burns Day, January 25th, a Scottish holiday honoring Scotland's bard, Robert Burns.  Some belated Googling revealed that the traditional Burns Day dinner involves the Piping In of the Haggis (bagpipes, of course), the Selkirk Grace, which is barely comprehensible but vaguely humorous, and consuming said Haggis accompanied by lots of Scotch whiskey, which undoubtedly is essential for getting the stuff down.  I read the label, and decided it wouldn't go over at the Bollinger household.  Way too many organ meats.  As for myself, I decided that my annual childhood bite of Easter kishka, as well as more recent tastings of Steak and Kidney Pie and Black Sausage had absolved me of the need to try it.  I saw signs for vegetarian Haggis, but there never was any on the shelf, and anyway, what is the point of vegetarian Haggis?  Isn't that just vegetables mixed with oatmeal?  Or worse yet, tofu?  Bagpipes and kilts with oatmeal and tofu--that is just silly.  You can't drink Scotch with tofu, can you?

Although we really wouldn't have actually celebrated Burns Day with Haggis, it would have been nice to know what we were deliberately missing, in an intentional way.  We might have read some of Burns poetry over Chicken Tikka Masala, and marvelled how far the human race has come.  I'm sure July will be here before we know it, so I am more motivated now to experience all the joys of Britain, especially our borough of Colchester and county of Essex, so we don't miss something important, maybe something even more important than the next big Haggis occassion.