It is nice that we have four seasons. There are different activities for each one, it grants us variety… Keeps us excited when a new season arrives in all its glory.
Many have but one season, winter all the time or that darn summer all the time. Frankly either one would become dull after a while. Being able to have winter sports/activities and very different summer ones is… uhmmmmm.. wait some have summer all the time? *gasps* but but but… how come we don’t?
I mean really. This winter thing is fun in December, with the Christmas excitement building, the fluffy white snow making lights look so pretty. Then in January, to ski down the mountains is very exciting. February seems to bring a lot of fresh snow, so more skiing is great, the air is fresh… but about half way through thoughts of summer become stronger.
In March this blasted snow should be melting, not just sitting there making evil faces at me… and adding to its piles when I look away, pretending not to notice the evil faces.
I think the snow is evil because we keep swatting it with shovels, it is just getting even.
What? It is a theory.
I am even getting complaints from the evil critters that keep robbing our bird feeder of… well bird feed.
The calendar claims that spring is quite close. Someone needs to tell mother nature as she has a lot of spring cleaning to do.
If Mother nature is down south, sleeping by a babbling brook.. listening to the birds tweet.. dozing off…
Would someone go wake her up?