“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.”

Yesterday was summer. Today is fall and much cooler than it’s been. It’s a long sleeve sort of day. On my way to breakfast this morning, I noticed some of the leaves have turned. I saw reds and yellows. I also saw pumpkins and corn stalks decorating a few houses and yards. Autumn colors are my favorites.

When I was a little kid, I explored my world and watched the seasons change. I noticed everything. In the spring, the field was lush and green. Tadpoles swam in the swamp and were easily captured in a jar. The blueberry bushes were filled with blossoms. The air smelled clean and new. In summer, the tall grass turned brown. The days and nights got noisy. Insects buzzed and whirred, and katydids calling from the grass were easily caught in our hands. The swamp had darning needles skimming across the water. They’d stop and hover for a bit then flit to another spot. They’re wings were transparent in the sun. In fall, the trees were bursting with color. The morning air was chilly when we walked to school. The sun set early. Saturdays were when fathers all over the neighborhood raked and burned leaves. It was pumpkin time. Then came drab winter. Christmas was winter’s only spot of color, and it was no wonder we all took rides to see the lights. The next part of winter was the snow. The first flakes of the season were cause for trumpets and bugles and heralds proclaiming snow was finally falling. I loved the mornings after a snowstorm when the tops of the snowdrifts glittered in the sun like they were covered in tiny diamonds. The it was spring again.

When I got older, my days were filled with friends and school, and I barely took notice of the  seasons. A change in wardrobe was my only response. My eyes would catch a glimpse of the reds and yellows, but I had stopped being amazed. I just didn’t have the time to notice.

Now, I notice everything. I have plenty of time to stop and look and be amazed. It’s fun to be part of the change in seasons again. It makes me feel a bit like a kid again.

Explore posts in the same categories: Uncategorized

Tags: , ,

Both comments and pings are currently closed.

24 Comments on ““Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I sort of have always noticed the season change since my grandmother made me interested in growing and gardening. And if I wanted jam or lemonade I had to help picking the berries too 🙂

    But since it is so dark here already in the autumn I always preferred spring amongst the season. When the light comes back and the first spring flowers show themselves above ground.

    Cloudy and rather cold here today, so there´s been a fire in the stove most of the time. It will stay cold from now on they say. But as long as it doesn´t rain I´m happy 🙂

    Have a great day now!

    • katry Says:

      I used to leave for work when it was dark and get home in the dark. The window was the closest I ever got to seeing the sunlight. Now I watch the seasons change and miss nothing.

      The day is so much colder than it was yesterday and the night is downright chilly.

      • Rick OzTown Says:

        We had a drastic cold front here last night. We’ve been in the upper 80’s every day in spite of clouds and rain. But today it is blindingly clear and we have only 68 so far. Got down to about 61 last night. Br-r-r-r.

  2. Bob Says:

    It’s always fascinated me that when we are young time moves very slowly. As a kid I could not wait to grow up. It seemed to take forever for the seasons to change. Now time races by at ‘warp factor’ seven. In middle age the seasons race by and before I realize it I am no longer in Summer but approaching Winter.

    • katry Says:

      Someone once told me that it’s very true about time being slower when we are young. When you’re 7, each year is only 1/7th of your life, but when you are 40, it’s 1/40th and the year whizzes by.

      I’m with you-I’m well into winter.

  3. splendid Says:

    i wish in my next life it would be like the movie,
    The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
    where you are born old and get younger

    i find it such a shame that youth is wasted
    before it can truly be appreciated

    Autumn has arrived here in the
    oHio river valley at last


    • katry Says:

      I sometimes feel the same way about wanting to live backwards as I never thought about getting old when I was a kid, but I had a ball growing up so maybe that’s enough.

  4. Hedley Says:

    The bulrushes were screaming with sound as Big Rick and I biked by. migration will soon change that. we haven’t changed our Sunday morning schedule so dawn is barely breaking as we arrive at Stoney. the trees have only just started to change but our informal companions are fewer and fewer…one on roller blades, a couple of joggers and the walkers.
    Now it needs a wool cap under the helmet, several layers, serious gloves and the fear of the bike chain catching long pants.
    Big Rick has a new million dollar scheme that required his working capital…I thought ponzi Scheme but didn’t say anything. I poodled along with him and hope he wasn’t wrong

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      That was wonderful-it was as if I were there with you; I, of course, would be bundled against the morning cold.

      Big Rick has to seek his riches elsewhere.

  5. Rick OzTown Says:

    Hedley: “Working capital”

    Hmmm. I would settle for a working hamlet.

    • Hedley Says:

      R.Oztown…it doesn’t feel right, a multi bazillion dollar deal and they needed $25k in working capital. The never ending quest for the jackpot.

  6. Zoey & Me Says:

    Fall does bring out the kid in us all. I loved to change into winter clothes. Sweaters were my favorite and I would even find an excuse to sleep in the cozy fits. I hated pull over hats but could only wear them because my ears were burning with cold. I hated that worse than wearing the pullover but all mine said “Redskins” so I didn’t feel too bad. It isn’t the same here in Florida. We won’t be wearing sweaters till February.

    • katry Says:

      I hated winter clothes. They were always so cumbersome and took a lot of time to put on. It was spring my jacket I loved. My favorite was light blue and had a zipper. Wearing it made me feel free and light after all those winter clothes.

  7. Caryn Says:

    I’ve always noticed the seasons. Late winter/early spring walking to school in the mornings on dirt roads where the ground has frozen into ridges that hurt my feet. Walking home again in the warmer afternoon sun on the now melted and muddy dirt road. The air smelled of damp earth. Still my favorite smell of all, I think.
    Summer was heat and the smell of cut hay and pond water. Autumn was the raw blue sky and fiery leaf color and the smell of burning leaves. Winter was that lovely tender blue that you only get in winter skies and snow shadow and the crisp clean smell of cold air and snow.

    • katry Says:

      I loved the change in seasons when I was young. I remember seeing my breath on a cold winter’s morning. I loved the way spring smelled. Fall was delicious with crisp apples, the smell of burning leaves and the a nip in the morning air. Summer was lazy hot days and cold Zarex.

      When I was working, I was inside most of the day. I remember the mornings were dark and oh so cold when I’d start the car. The afternoons too were dark, and I’d get home, check my mail, make dinner, shower and be in bed early because 5 o’clock came early. I just didn’t have the time to take in the world. Now I have all of the time.

  8. J.M. Heinrichs Says:

    Four seasons? You have four of them?? Luxury …


  9. katry Says:

    Thank you, my dear Hedley
    I do love Monty Python, but I wouldn’t have gotten the reference. Minicapt is far too clever for me.

  10. katry Says:

    I’m sorry to chuckle at your drastic cold front. It truly illustrates how relative weather can be. A day of 61° here at this time of year is great weather.

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: