The weather is my excuse today. It is in the 40’s, and I just had to take a long ride with my window open. As I was driving, I saw lots of people out walking. It feels like a spring day. Last night was also warm, in the 40’s, and we had a thunderstorm with such lightening it lit up the sky. The rain poured then slowed down and hung around for a while.

The older we get the more we appreciate the change in seasons. When I was little, I didn’t care much for any season except summer, and that had to do with no school. I didn’t care that while I was out playing every day the gardens were filled with color or that the air smelled of freshly cut grass. It was much the same with spring. I was glad to be rid of the pounds of clothes I had to wear all winter, and I was thrilled to ride my bike again. I was a kid so involved with life on a different level that I didn’t notice the buds on the trees or the green shoots of daffodils appearing in the gardens. Fall was different. It was a brilliance of color, and I noticed. Every day I walked to school under a canopy of yellow. The smell of burning leaves stays with me still. Winter was my least favorite season. I liked the sledding and all, but most days after school we were stuck inside because of the cold and the early night.

I do complain about the weather now, and winter is still my least favorite season. I’d be hard pressed to choose my favorite, but I think it might be fall here on Cape Cod but summer isn’t too shabby.