It’s turn back the clock day, “fall ahead” where we gain an hour of daylight by fiddling with the clock. Now it will be lighter when we leave for work in the morning and darker while driving home in the evening. My husband claims this all started during the war so farmers could have an extra hour of daylight in which to do their chores, but I don’t know a farmer anywhere who waits for permission from a clock before heading to the barn.
Frankly, I wish they would leave it alone so we don’t have to figure out the mechanics of the eight or so timepieces we have in the house, not to mention the two cars. Only Ken doesn’t bother with the clock in the Subaru, and unless I drive it somewhere and push the buttons for him to reflect the correct hour, he just makes the adjustment in his head. “It’s right for six months of the year,” he claims, and that’s good enough for him.
When it comes time to fall back and we gain that hour, I don’t change the clocks right away on Sunday morning, preferring to look at what time it is and know there is yet a bonus hour in the bank for the day. Of course, when we spring ahead in April, when we have to pay it back and lose an hour, there is the opposite stress of getting the day’s chores done with one less hour of daylight. I figure if we can just gain an hour every year instead of the requisite loss of one, in 24 years we will be closer to a circadian rhythm that all of nature seems to enjoy without even thinking about it. Yet another thing to be learned from our natural world: Stop tinkering with the light and use it at will. There is little enough in a lifetime.