Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Changing Seasons

I always tell people I love living in Western New York because I like the changing of the seasons.
Okay, that's a lie.  I only live here because ... I live here.  It's all I know.  I wouldn't want to go anywhere else because I'd have to learn where to go to get even the basics. It could take YEARS to feel "at home" somewhere else.  (Hey, I lived in Los Angeles for a short time.  Never again!)

I love when the seasons change.  Okay, one season:  Spring to summer.  I can tolerate summer changing to fall, too.

Lonely_winter We're heading into winter. I loathe winter.  I hate being cold.  I hate snow and ice and relentless wind that takes down trees because our utility people are too cheap to put the wires underground.  And think about it, it's 19th century technology in the 21st century.  Most of Europe has their electrical wires underground.  They're smart.  We're still stuck in the 19th century.

When I look out my window in the spring, I see things gradually turning green.  New life.  It's fun to see the changes.

Irises6-08 When I look out my window in the summer, I see flowers--lots and lots of flowers.

When I look out my window in the fall, I look for flowers (and actually found a stunted red rose last Friday.  I don't suppose it will open, but there it was trying to bloom).

Soon, I'll see a sea of white snow.

Yup, I like spring and summer best.

What's your favorite season?