Four Seasons
Apologies in advance to those who live in places with 3 or maybe only 2 seasons…I suppose you get accustomed.
When I think of living without the change every six weeks, I don’t know if I could do it. So great to travel and try on different climes, but when it comes down to the roots, the home to draw one’s powers from, I need the seasons to be four. Imagine Dorothy stepping out into a monochromatic Munkinland. Imagine 365 days a year in Wilder’s Wonka-factory. Too much color or not enough.
These transitions make you feel alive, keep your blood moving. Every February, I am reminded we live in a sampler here. I am thankful for the annual recognition. Why February? This is the time of the reawakening, the nudge after slumber. The resurrection of hope every Spring, the consistent green of Summer, the crunchy colors of Autumn and the solitary serenity of Winter.The weather in between these mileposts, the transitions, ARE like a box of chocolates. You know the bit. Fill in the blank on the Gump cliche. You never know…