I’m a little more than halfway through the novel I am presently working on. Always on the lookout for blog fodder, during a recent writing session I noticed a number of amber-colored leaves spread across the lawn, signifying the beginning of fall. This in turn caused me to jump deeper inside myself and this is what I crawled out with.
If you ask someone, “What is your favorite season?” most people will answer, Fall. Now this is something that I had to ponder.
It didn’t take long to determine that it is due to the crisp air and the beautiful colors that we are blessed with during that time of year.
This made me think of the other options we have available to satisfy that meteorological jonesing, namely winter, spring and summer. I may assume your favorite season is fall, but cannot state that with any accuracy; therefore, you’ll have the unique opportunity to consider my view. Fortunately, I live in a part of the country that experiences the four climate changes each year.
First, the season of renewal: spring.
Some folks see it as a time of reawakening and rebirth after the long cold winter. Days become warmer; flowers bloom; trees bud and the landscape begins to ooze chlorophyll.
Now, my take on this new season of beauty and warmth goes more like this. The humidity begins to increase along with those wonderfully warm temperatures, which in turn causes me to leak. The beautiful budding of trees and flowers coat my vehicles in a dusty yellow powder, we know to be pollen. Now this irritating dust that makes flora grow also makes my nose blow. So in conclusion, spring for me is a foreboding glimpse of things to come; bugs to swat; sweat to wipe; eyes to rub and thirty gallons of mucus and phlegm to travel through my facial orifices. And, for that special added bonus, just for living in the troposphere, we enjoy thunderstorms, power outages and tornadoes.
Next comes summer:
Who doesn’t love the long lazy days of summer? The kids are out of school. The swimming pools are open and tis the season for the family vacation.
I don’t know what I like better, mosquitoes siphoning their daily pint of blood or those wonderfully docile wasps that build their abodes over my door. These little psycho’s have no qualms as to when you enter or exit as long as they can jab their organic hypodermic needles deep into your flesh. For some folks it is the time of year they can rejoice, for the spiders and snakes have returned to bid them a fond ado. To abscond with a phrase from a famous theatrical and cinematic production, and I quote, “These are a few of my favorite things.”
- Heat waves, flooding rains, biting bugs and hurricanes.
- Tornadoes cutting swaths through towns, where bloodsucking ticks abound.
- Spiders, bees, scaly snakes and even occasional earthquakes.
- Bats darting through the air. “Duck! Don’t let it in your hair.”
- Each night they eat their weight in bugs; after a rain watch out for slugs.
- Crickets chirping in the house; visits by a furry mouse.
- Pulling ticks off canine pets; shots require trips to the vet.
- Household chores like cutting grass; increases in the price of gas.
- Sunshine radiating down, my back now red, no sunscreen found.
- And now, I’ll stop these silly rhymes for I have taken too much time.
- I realize my greatest fear, cause I have bored myself to tears.
And now everyone’s favorite: fall.
I have already mentioned the endearing attributes of these golden three months. I would be remiss if I did not state the negative. So here it is: Ragweed! Nuff said.
Finally, what you’ve all been waiting for… “Drumroll please.” The grand finale: Old Man Winter; Jack Frost and things that go crunch in the night.
My favorite time of the year– ice on every horizontal surface; dormant vegetation crunching under foot; the trees void of leaves resemble multi-armed creatures eager to dislodge earth imprisoned roots. Single-digit temperatures; white rain accumulating on the lawn and road alike, making driving treacherous. And if one is adventuresome enough for a short jaunt to the beach they can encounter some of the best striped bass fishing available. During the winter I can look out my window and see nothing but the cold, gray landscape of apparent death (even though all is just dormant) I can walk outside unmolested by bloodsucking insects and at night all is quiet, unlike the crickets, frogs, katydids and hoards of other insects who lend their voice to the nighttime summer chorus.
Although winter is one of my favorite times of year, the paragraph you just read was mainly tongue-in-cheek. There are things I love and dislike about each of the seasons. In fact, the differences are one of the reasons experiencing all four seasons is so wonderful. Holidays to spend with family and friends; summer vacations and being beat unmercifully by ocean waves; surf fishing fall, winter and spring just to name a few.
All in all just another way to enjoy God’s endless bounty He constantly blesses us with.
Just in case you hadn’t noticed, I like to fish!