When I was in kindergarten I learned:
Summer is when it's hot, things are growing in your garden, and you get to go swimming.
Fall is when it's no longer so hot, leaves are falling from the trees, and when we pick apples and carve jack-o-lanterns.
Winter is when it's cold, and we go sledding in the snow.
Spring is when it's warm, and the flowers are blooming, and the birds sing and build nests and have baby birds.
Either the people who write these books live in California and Tennessee, or they hibernate through March and April, only to awake to see the part of spring that occurs in May.
Real spring is mud in prelude to green grass. Real spring is crazy weather changes. Forty degree fluctuations in temperature during winter will take you from -15 to +25, all of it cold. Forty degree fluctuations in temperature during summer will take you from 60 to 100, all of it warm. But forty degree fluctuations in spring takes you from 35-degree coat weather to 75-degrees for t-shirts and shorts.
Real spring means enjoying a 70-degree Monday and putting pork chops on the grill, enjoying a 60-degree Tuesday and putting hamburgers on the grill, and then going out on Wednesday to jog in snow flurries while the windchill makes it feel like 5 degrees outside.
Can't wait till May.
Can't wait till May.
Can't wait till May.
At least the sun is up for more than 12 hours a day!
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I consider there to be two seasons: Summer and Winter. The beginning and end of Summer, where there's some hint of Winter, are called Spring and Fall, respectively.
ReplyDeleteAlternatively, there are three seasons - Summer, when things thrive, Fall, when things weaken, and Winter, when they die. Spring acts as a resetting from Winter to Summer to start the process over again, during which everything which is already dead (including ambitions) inexplicably comes back to life.
Whoever wrote about Spring had to have been from TEXAS. You need to come down here. The trees are leafed out, the bluebonnets are in full bloom as are other wild flowers. It is beautiful. Of course, come summer, I will be wishing for May also.
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