Winter is the best season. Cold, crisp air. Frost blanketing the front lawn. Football. Wearing sweaters and snowboarding when you get the chance. And it really does not get any better than curling up in front of the fireplace in a cozy quilt with a cup of hot cocoa watching It's a Wonderful Life with snow swirling outside the window.
At least that's what I say around Novemberish. Now I'm ready to ditch the snow boots for sandals. Ready to air up my bike tires, plant the garden, throw something on the grill. I'm excited to sit in the turkey blind, fill out my March Madness bracket, pick out an Easter dress.
We're still nine days away from the official kickoff to the warmer seasons, but I have already eaten a Cadbury Crème Egg. The garden seeds are planted and germinating in the kitchen window. Sports Illustrated has moved on to Spring Training (and swimsuits). The fishing boat is de-winterized and ready for its inaugural trip to the lake. Perhaps spring is the best season.
And then comes summer.
And then it's time for fall.
One of my favorite things about living in Missouri is experiencing all four seasons. I love the changes in weather and changes in activity that come every four months, more or less. And each season helps me appreciate the others. Would I enjoy the snow so much if I didn't experience 90 degree heat in the summer? Would it be as exciting to watch the leaves bud and turn green in the spring if I hadn't watched them turn brown in the fall?
Embrace the change, but enjoy the moment. Don't get so caught up wishing for the next thing that you miss the good in here and now. When you find yourself grumbling because there is snow in the forecast, AGAIN, mentally fast forward to those days ahead when you're baking in the heat of summer, begging for a sno cone.
We have come to the part of the post where I could go all philosophical on you and start comparing the seasons of year to the seasons of life. Instead I'll let you draw your own conclusions. I have a fishing trip to get ready for.
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