When I tell people who don't live here why I learn New England I always start with the 'we have four seasons' line.
Truth is, I only love three of the seasons we have here. I often imagine I love winter and the snow and the chill and all--but I don't. I love that we have three seasons I love...winter, with just these few cold days...winter, I think I could do without.
Is there anywhere to live that has 3 seasons? I doubt it. Autumn has to have Winter waiting behind it right? Or why else would the leaves fall so the snow doesn't always break the trees?
So, I guess I have to endure the next few months. Lordy, Lordy, I really don't like the really cold weather. The snow is beautiful but it would be great if it would melt between storms so it doesn't pile up and get dirty and turn to ice.
I still love New England, it's just a little harder to remember why as Winter comes.....
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2014
(346)
-
▼
November
(30)
- Enough dressing already....
- Don't eat the jelly from the village...
- Only Tim is missing now
- Mimi is home!!!
- So, maybe I'm not really losing it....
- My Lucky Day
- Ah, Puerto Rico....
- Waiting for the woman
- The moon
- Better than I thought...and what a loss....
- The Big Check Came!!!
- Why I love New England
- I'm not as dumb as I look...seem...appear to be....
- Something I've never done before...
- Taking nothing that seriously...
- My Dad's day
- I'm always finding stuff in my desk....
- Why I'm an Episcopalian
- Swearing off the news
- What you don't know (part II)
- My five favorite writers
- Luke, the dog
- What good luck
- Blessed
- what I'm doing here....
- My blue 'red' Wednesday
- What you don't know
- Puli's and time changes
- The Feast of All Souls
- heartbreak and Holy Days
-
▼
November
(30)
About Me
- Under The Castor Oil Tree
- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment