Growing up, we had one season – summer and all its variations of still hot, nearly hot, getting hot, and really hot.
Now that I live in an area that really does have seasons, each has something to offer in its own way.
Even in winter when everything is covered in white, the scenery can be very beautiful. The crunching of the snow under foot rings through the air in a symphony of sound.
Spring is a sign of renewal. The world of white gives way to green. It is almost like magic – one day the ground is covered in snow and the tress are bare and then suddenly everything is sprouting and green. Then the world is filled with colour as the flowers bloom in a majestic rainbow.
The brilliant colours of spring make way for the sunny days of summer; filled with brilliant sunsets, longer days, and plenty of time to play. Summer also brings summer concerts in the park. And of course, plenty of fireworks!
And then…suddenly there is an explosion of colour as summer turns to autumn with reds, yellows, and orange trees everywhere you turn. The days begin to cool and pleasant outdoors. The days grow shorter with a hint of what is to come. Football is in the air and the hockey sticks come out.
In days gone by, people marked the march of days by the seasons – a time of planting, the harvest, the length of days… Nomadic tribes used the seasons to know when it was time to move to the new home.
Each season has its own set of events and colours; but in autumn is always something special.