Cabin fever, more so than bears or blizzards, was the scourge of the North Country. Months of isolation and confinement to small spaces, living without sunshine, often produced unexpected and bizarre consequences. Murder, suicide, divorce, child abuse, wife beating, and insanity were all common.
Arctic Homestead: The True Story of One Family's Survival and Courage in the Alaskan Wilds
by Norma Cobb, Charles W. Sasser, 2003
Okay, things may not have yet escalated to the point described by Norma Cobb of her homesteading experiences in the quote above, but I certainly can relate! For me, each winter, the lack of sunshine proves to be my undoing. I am indeed solar powered. Mr. Johnson from Wisconsin has, on more than one occasion in recent past winters, "gently" suggested that I might be well served by sitting under a bright light from time to time. (Actually, I suspect he was thinking he would be well served if I sat under a bright light.) These remarks were most commonly returned to him with an icy glare. It appears that this winter, he's dropped this strategy and employed the more practical and realistic approach of just stayin' the hell away from me!
It didn't start out like this. It was all quite lovely back in December with the new and fresh-fallen snow.
We went for drives all around our lovely towns and countryside and gasped, "oh how pretty the snow is!"
Even in January, it was still all fun and games in the snow...
But February and March dragged on and exposed a slightly meaner spirit...
Then one day, out of the blue, the sun appeared last week for a shining moment and there, again, was hope...
April showers may bring May flowers, but I'm pretty sure May flowers need sunshine too!