It's official. It's Springtime in the Alps, ... well sort of. Someone forgot to tell Old Man Winter that it's time to pack up his things and git! We walked to Little S's gym class this morning bundled tight against a gale blowing off the lake and snow flurries. Not much of a welcome if you ask me!
I love the change of seasons. I think I always have even if I didn't get to see it much. Growing up in Florida I was deprived of events most people take for granted in the northern hemisphere: the changing leaves, the first day of snow, and the first buds and bulbs of Spring. It's always either "balmy" or "balmy with a chill" in Florida. You miss all the in between.
Seasons are wonderful. They set up a rhythm and give meaning to all the different phases of your life. They are distinct enough to make time not blur into one hazy blob of mundane events. I feel like in tropical climates days tend to bleed into each other and we lose track of things.
Anyway I'm happy about this Spring and I'm looking forward to all the changes it already seems to be throwing my way (even if a little overwhelmed *gasp*).
2 comments:
What a lovely blog!!!
As a northern now living in Florida, I really miss the seasons. It is one of the reasons I look forward to leaving this state (add in the bad education, the crime, the bugs, and the heat). By the way is it too early to say congratulations?
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