“An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.” – Winston Churchill
We have sprung forward. And lost an hour of sleep with it.
I used to look forward to day-light savings. I viewed it as the harbinger of spring.
Seeing green buds on the trees and the first tulips pushing up through the soil do it for me now.
Now, I view daylight savings as unnecessary and disruptive, and I intended to expound on my reasons why in today’s blog.
However, as is my routine, I searched for an appropriate quote and found these words, written by the brilliant Canadian writer, Robertson Davies.
So, in honor International Women’s Day, I will deign to allow a man who said it better, to say it for me.
Plus, it will save me some time.
Apparently, some daylight time.
In spite of myself.
“I don’t really care how time is reckoned so long as there is some agreement about it, but I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind. I even object to the implication that I am wasting something valuable if I stay in bed after the sun has risen.
As an admirer of moonlight, I resent the bossy insistence of those who want to reduce my time for enjoying it. At the back of the daylight saving scheme I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves.” – Robertson Davies
