Seasons

For some reason I have been thinking about the seasons recently.  I probably have a favorite, but maybe not.  Here are my feelings on the seasons.  

Winter, is a time of rest and renewal.  In this part of the world the deciduous trees drop their leaves.  It is a season on contrasts, and deep shadows. Of late mornings and early nights.  I am not a fan of really cold weather, snow is pretty for a day or so, then the novelty wears off.  When I lived in the semi-tropics I learned to love the subtlety of winter.  The growth of the landscape slowed, the colors shifted from vibrant greens to more subdued shades.  I sometimes felt that I was the only person who recognized that Florida has four seasons.  

Spring is the time of rebirth and renewal.  Spring brings bright, almost violent greens to the landscape.  It is the season for baby birds, and lambs (the world needs more sheep.) Everything grows and changes in the spring, yet there is an immaturity to the world.      

Summer is the season of growth, of warmth, of long days and shorter nights.  Summer is the young adulthood to middle age of life.  The colors reach dark intensity, so green that they become dark. The flowers bloom, and move past blooming to seed or fruit.  

Autumn (fall) is the season of maturity.  As an old farm boy, fall is the season of harvest, and bounty.  In this mess moderate climate, the landscape experiences dramatic changes, with the diverse and vibrant yellows, reds, purples, and browns. The sun rises later, sets earlier, the weather cools from the sometimes stifling heat of summer.  Autumn is the climates equivalent of retirement age.  

Andrew in Australia recently posted a photo of spring bloom, reminding me that the seasons are not tied to months of the year.  I need to spend time south of the equator. 

Are you noticing a change of seasons where you are?