In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Turn, Turn, Turn.”
I love spring with its re-birth after a long winter. We stumble out of our dens, bleary eyed and marvel at the blue sky, first shoots and listen to the sounds of birds, awake after a long winter nap. Later, we whine about the mud, relentless rain, weeds and mosquitos that munch on our flesh. We look forward to the lazy days of summer.
I love summer with trips to lakes, backyard BBQ’s, the casual dressed down affair of plastic cups, cut off shorts and bare feet. Too soon, we moan about yard work, the oppressive heat, and still more bugs that buzz around our heads as we retreat to our air conditioned homes. We look forward to the cooler days of fall.
I love fall with changing colours, breath taking scenery that never fails to awaken the photographer in me. The cooler weather has chased away the bugs. The shadows long, the air akin to clean and new beginnings. We preserve summer’s offerings and enjoy crisp apples. We bargain for fall to stay, though winter creeps ever closer. We look forward to winter for a chance to relax, read and plan.
I love winter as we hunker down into our homes, the summer and fall work complete. We curl up like cats in front of the fireplace and ride out the storm, snug. We enjoy Christmas preparations, the lights of the season and kindness wraps us all as one. The snow falls with chunky flakes that land on our lashes and we marvel at the individuality of each snow flake, perfect. Later, we wonder if it will ever end and bemoan the icy roads, square tires and too much snow to shovel. We long for the days of spring to begin anew.