Spring brings melting snow and mud. The air has a fresh smell and fifty degrees is t-shirt weather. Fishermen pull their houses off the ice as rivers and lakes start to open up. Winter gear is packed away....but not so far out of reach that you can't get to it when there's a snowstorm at the end of
When I think of summer, I imagine long lazy days in the grass. For the most part, this is true. The other part tho, is the busy part. Life seems to speed up as people try to get as much done during the three months of warm weather. It's not just work and projects but recreation too. Nights of bonfires and dock sitting. Swimming, hiking, camping, late night games of kick the can...perfecting sunbathing strategies to achieve the best tan in the shortest amount of time...
Somehow, even though summer is fairly short, we always look forward to fall. Sweaters, scarves, boots and fires in the fireplace.
The air turns crisp and clear. Mornings are cold and days can be warm. Walks in the woods through crispy leaves refresh and invigorate. Kids go back to school...routine returns. There are holidays to look forward to and a hope of snow by Thanksgiving.
Winter. There is a love/hate relationship with winter. Love at the beginning and not so much at the end. The first big snow is amazing. Everything turns white and there is a silence that cannot be explained. Sometimes winter is mild. Sometimes it is most definitely not mild. One thing is true....winter is not for the faint of heart. Negative temperatures and snow that won't quit will cause even the toughest humans to go into hibernation. :) Winter can drag on, and on, and on......which is why we jump for joy when we finally feel....
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