One of the biggest perks of being out here in Maine for me is definitely the fact that the four seasons are so distinct. It’s like everything’s magnified. Winter is WINTER–no doubt about it in your mind. It’s cold, it’s long, and it’s full of snow. It’s everything you’d think a winter would be. Spring is SPRING–the contrast to the winter alone is enough to make it that much more noticeable, but then you have all these lovely flowers and blossoming trees and pleasant weather (and mud and black flies, but we’re being positive here, folks–work with me.) Summer is about as extreme as I’d like summer to get. You know it’s summer–it’s hotter than I’d like, but it’s only in the nineties for a week or two a year. So summer isn’t SUMMER, but that’s a very good thing in my book. And finally, autumn is AUTUMN–the trees change into a quilt of color that looks different almost every time you glance out the window. The nights are cool, the days breezy–what’s not to like?
Honestly, I’m just glad more people don’t have a high tolerance for snow–because if that were the case, then there would be way too many people where I live.
Autumn for me is the start of the best time of the year. My birthday starts it off, and then it’s a rollicking ride through Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Groundhog Day. Always something to look forward to for five straight months.