I often dream of living in a place where there are four
seasons. A snow-covered Winter Wonderland. Crocus blossoms heralding the advent
of Spring. Warm Summers, giving way to the Reds and Golds of Autumn.
Reality is different. The four seasons that we have are Hot,
Hotter, Hottest and Wet. Not much variety, unfortunately.
But it is precisely because
we don’t have real seasons that we have an experience uniquely our own. Leaves
turning red on one tree, barren branches on another, new shoots on a third. All
the seasons in one orderly row of trees. The cycle of life.
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2 comments:
Does it help knowing those of us coping with the 4th season would LOVE to be in an area without winter about now?
The only thing that makes winter tolerable is the beauty and rebirth spring brings. :)
Natasha - I miss the four seasons very much. But as you say, there are ways to mark the passing of the year and they take on their own beauty don't they?
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