At the beginning of the year, I started texting all my nieces and nephews (7 in all) a question every day. It’s been a fun exercise that connects me with all of them every single day, and it also gives me some insight into their lives. They range in ages from 8 to 24 and have been awesome at responding to my sometimes goofy questions. I’m keeping track of their answers and haven’t decided yet what format I’m going to use to display them. That will come later.
I told you that story as a segue to the subject of today’s post. On Feb 22, I asked them, “What is your favorite season: Winter, spring, summer or fall?” The answers were mostly spring and summer with one winter, but it started me thinking about which season is my favorite. It’s really hard to decide.
I was thinking about this the other day while walking Woody and Ellie. The daffodils were out and the sun was shining and I was thinking that I love Spring the most. But do I love it the most because it’s a refreshing change from the cold of Winter or because I love flowers? Do I love Fall because it’s a reprieve from the heat of the Summer? Do I like something only because of how it compares to something else? These are some of the questions I ask while waiting for Woody to sniff the eleventy-billionth blade of grass.
I think I decided I love all the seasons for different reasons. Certainly Spring and Summer are loved because of the warmth of the sun, the new growth of flowers and vegetables, flip-flops and sunhats. And with Fall and Winter, I welcome the crisp, cool evenings, the smell of wood burning in the air, hot chocolate, snuggling with my doggies and listening to the sound of rain on the roof.
What’s your favorite season?
(The sun was shining in Woody’s eyes and he just wouldn’t open them.)