You’ve begun to feel it — spring is looming. No longer is it dark both when I enter work and when I leave it. This Sunday marks Daylight Savings time so put your clocks forward an hour (remember: Spring ahead, Fall back). I know will gladly loose an hour of sleep to give me another hour of sunlight daily.
Maximizing the amount of daylight has very practical purposes: more sun later means less lights turned on and less energy used. Time was standardized with the advent of the American railroad system at the onset of the twentieth century. Before then, telling time was somewhat arbitrary — a fact that gives daylight savings and time-keeping more of a romantic feel than one might expect in our very punctual day and age.
The first thing that comes to mind with daylight savings time and the onset of spring is that high school english textbook favorite: “gather ye rosebuds while ye may / Old Time is still a-flying.” Then I remembered that there’s a sweet Dorothy Parker verse about DST:
And ever set a tiny shock
Through strangers asking what’s o’clock;
Whose days are spent in whittling rhyme-
What’s time to her, or she to Time?”