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Seasons Are Seasonal Not to Say That Seasons Are Seasonable If Seasons Were Seasonable Then I Think Salt Would Be The Only Seasoning a Season Would Need to Be Seasoned With

Gazing out of my window, I felt an inkling to pause writing and share a few thoughts buzzing around in my cranium.

Once again, it’s that time of year. Yeah, you know the one I’m talking about. If you ask anyone, “What’s your favorite time of the year?” The majority will answer, “Fall.” Did you notice how I worked a bit of dialog into the first line of my blog?

It’s kinda my favorite time of year also. Now what I mean by “kinda” is that it’s not consistently on the top of my list of favorite seasons. “What is?” you ask.

Well now, let’s take a look at each season, one at a time.

Spring: The weather begins to warm, the tree buds will soon turn to leaves, flowers bloom, and the entire scene is full of beauty and new life. It is also the time of year my body produces an overwhelming amount of snot, itchy eyes, and an overall feeling that the green dust (oak pollen) will never leave and soon take over.

Summer: Hot and humid. . . . Nuff said.

Fall: Rivals Spring in beauty, with the leaves changing to glorious colors and all the insects (especially the biting ones) breathing their last. All these are great things indeed; however, my nemesis (ragweed) appears enticing my body to produce an overwhelming amount of snot for the second time during the year.

Winter: No heat, no humidity, no biting insects, no snot producing particles in the air. . . . “Get where I’m going with this?”. . . . Looky there, dialog again. No brag; just sayin’.

I guess what it boils down to is–I’m glad I live in an area that I’m able to experience all four seasons. The differences are what make each one unique. In truth, they’re just another gift from God’s creation that we are able to enjoy.

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Cold and Dead, Boobala! Cold and Dead!

winterI’m not sure about your situation, but I’m fortunate enough to live in a climate where I experience all four seasons during the course of the year. I’m not a big hot weather fan and the spring time pollen can be rather uncomfortable, but I still appreciate a climatic change every three months.

In fact, I’ve used weather as a basis for short stories with good results, especially when you incorporate little tidbits such as tornadoes, hurricanes, and the like.

Getting off the subject of writing for a moment, the change in seasons tends to knock me for a loop. If you were to take that loop, add a two and a half gainer, a quadruple back flip with a reverse triple somersault ending in a six point dismount, you’d pretty much describe my reaction to the change of seasons.

Ragweed in the fall is probably my nemesis. My snot locker sends a constant barrage of phlegm as a cascading waterfall down the back of my throat clogging everything in its path. “Drainage,” I believe they call it. I prefer, “Niagara Falls.”

Now, spring is a totally different animal. You get all the snot, but with a dashing array of color.

My love/hate relationship is with summer. Hot, humid, mosquitoes, ticks, assorted other biting insects, thunderstorms (which I enjoy until the power goes bye bye)…these adverse conditions help me to enjoy fall and winter, which are my two favorite seasons.

Cool weather is definitely my forte. However sad this may seem, I’m at my best when everything outside is cold and dead.

Don’t know whether or not this requires any extra thought, but I think it best that I leave it alone.

Happy winter, everybody!!!!!!!

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Downsize…Downsize…Downsize

It’s that time of year again. School is out, ice cream, grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, swimming at the lake, fishing and all manner of fun stuff.

I’m speaking of none other than summer…….What’s that you say? Summer doesn’t officially arrive until June twenty-first. You’d be correct with that statement, but I’m not talking meteorology; I’m talking, good-timin-bombastic-blasting-crank-a-danken-smacka-my-head-till-the-sun-turn-it-red-funarama-in-the-middle-of-summer-ology. In layman’s terms: “Memorial Day.”

I would like to say that Memorial Day is set aside to honor the brave souls who gave it all so that we may enjoy the freedoms we are blessed with today–everything else is secondary.

God bless America!

The family vacation:My-wife-packing-for-vacation

We take a week each year to spend at the beach. Our grown children, one grandchild and last year for first time, we had the pleasure of my mother and father-in-law joining us for our yearly sojourn. This year, my mother plans to join us which will help even up the teams on our beach tackle football game.

Here’s a little bit of the preparation that goes into a week’s stay away from home:

Now, of course, we want everything in our home-away-from-home that we have in our home-not-away-from-home. This is easily accomplished if we will incorporate one word, “downsize.”

My wife and I eat very differently. So instead of one large freezer to house a week’s worth of food, we require two smaller versions to house our vittles in transit. When we get to our home-away-from-home, we will once again transfer, said vittles into a larger freezer to await our dining choice of the day. And it just so happens, purely by coincidence that several nearby grocery stores are ready to supply all the goodies that we didn’t bring from our home-not-away-from-home because we can obtain these products at the stores at our home-away-from-home.

Since we wouldn’t want to spend the week in the same clothes, we pack garments and such, accordingly. Of course, packing clothes for each day would take up entirely too much space which is why we are careful to rent a house with a washer and dryer. We bring along detergent and dryer sheets in small containers that we pilfer from the mother load, nestled in our home-not-away-from-home. No need in purchasing items from a store that’s close to our home-away-from-home, when we have plenty in our home-not-away-from-home.

Being a writer, I must have something that I can write on. A piece of granite and chisel?……Nah. A pencil and paper?…….Nah. A really, really good number two pencil and a really, really nice piece of paper?…….Nah. A typewriter?…….Nah. I know I’ll bring a baby computer that folds up and everything.

Let me see:

Have food to cook which generates dishes to wash. Have clothes to wear which generates more washing and drying. Have minicomputer–I’m all set to work. Have strategically placed grocery stores so that we can shop.

I do believe we have done it once again. Our home-away-from-home is just like our home-not-away-from-home…….Oh, there is one thing I forgot. At our home-away-from-home we get to deal with enormous amounts of sand on a daily basis…… There, now I’m done.

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How do You Know it’s Seasoned Properly if You Don’t Taste it

Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves (Photo credit: elycefeliz)

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!

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