“All seasons have something to offer”

Still a bit on the chilly side, but the weatherman promised 50˚. I, however, am skeptical. Breakfast was tasty at the diner this morning: French toast with Canadian bacon, sort of an international meal says I with tongue in cheek. Gracie and I made one stop on the way home, and that should do it for the day.

On my way home I got to thinking about the seasons. Maybe it was all the flowers I saw as I passed by front gardens. I decided spring is a flamboyant old woman who wears boas and flowing scarfs and dresses. She is bright with color. Her movements are  exaggerated. She speaks quickly and her hands are always in motion. Her purple boa is around her neck like a scarf and the fluffy part waves from her breath when she speaks. Spring’s clothes are never color coordinated. That’s not her point.

Winter is an old man hunched by age. He wears a long dark coat almost to his ankles. It has large black buttons. He wears a hat, a fedora, which doesn’t cover his ears. They are perpetually cold. He keeps his hands clenched in his coat pockets hoping for a bit of warmth which doesn’t come. His fingers are stiff from the cold. Winter shuffles when he walks. He wears galoshes which are never snapped and barely stay on his feet. Winter is always sad-looking.

Summer wears orange and yellow and flip-flops. Her shirts are covered in huge flowers that look like orchids. Her face and arms are tanned. Her freckles have returned. There is a lightness to her, a reflection maybe of the warmth of the sun. She is joyful at the beauty of the day.

Fall is the season with the most difficult of all personalities. It is a bit of summer and a hint of winter. The last flashes of color are in the garden. The trees are ablaze with reds and yellows. I always think fall is giving us a warning of what is to come and is playing with us a bit. The mornings have a chill while the afternoons are warm, and, once the sun goes down, the evenings are cold. Fall dresses in muted colors and, after the summer, seems quiet, even contemplative.  Sometimes I think of fall as a long line of monks wearing brown robes with their cowls over the heads as they walk slowly and sing a Gregorian chant.

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17 Comments on ““All seasons have something to offer””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Three freshmen and a superstar sophomore, the University of Michigan play tomorrow night in the Final. This is a Sparty household and I know my kids will not be pulling for the Wolverines. Not so with me, I hope the youngsters get it done. What a fabulous run.

    Spring is almost with us. I washed out the garage after the Tottenham tie in North London. My landscaper has a lengthy list to get the garden rolling and the Bengals are being unpleasant to the Yankees.

    Heck Maggie went for her Spring groom, surely it’s time to think about the patio furniture ?

    • Kat Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I don’t usually watch basketball, but I will periodically check in to see the score. I know my sister’s house, and the houses of two of my nephews will be watching.

      My landscaper has already cleaned my front and back yard. He will wait on the mulch until I buy and have him plant my new flowers. My lawn needs to be fertilized and he will do that in time.

      There is still frost in the morning-no thought of patio furniture as yet!

      • Hedley Says:

        Kat, mulch is also on my list which includes replacing stock that the vermin deer have destroyed.

        Apparently Maggie took a swing at a German Shepherd, no shortage of opinion.

        I am wishing the patio furniture out of the basement but accept its a little early

      • Kat Says:

        No deer here, just the weather.

        Smaller dogs aways feel mighty. Gracie doesn’t like any dogs except her friend Cody.

        My furniture is covered and already on the deck. I want a warm enoigh day that I can sit outside and complain about the sun!!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I think of the seasons as Females of a Certain Age, young and ancient at the same time, and each one perfectly adapted to her time of the year. Spring and Fall are echoes of each other. The new leaves have the hint of the colors that will blaze out at the end of the growing season. Summer is fiery and passionate and fertile while Winter is cold and remote and unprotecting. They are all temperamental.

    It’s cloudy and 50ºF here. No wind so it’s not too cold.
    I did a quick tour around the yard and spotted some more signs of spring. There are leaves peeking up around the aquilegia stalks and a few peony shoots have stuck their noses up above the ground. The one flower is still there. It’s the bunnies that are the nibblers, not the woodchuck this time but he does his share. 🙂

    I have a Cornish hen to cook today. Don’t know what I’ll do with it. Maybe spatchcock.
    I also have laundry or I could chop ailanthus out of the quince bush. I haven’t decided. If I procrastinate long enough, it will be too dark to chop ailanthus. 🙂
    Enjoy your day.

    • Kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I think winter is an old man, a crotchety old man.

      I agree about spring and fall as echoes of each other. I even have my dress slated to be worn either season.

      The wind is fairly strong here so it’s chilly. Spring doesn’t arrive until May, sometimes even late May. I have lots of signs of spring. I can even see the colors of the buds from all the bulbs I planted last fall.

      The grill, a Cornish game hen cries out for grilling.

      Dinner with friends tonight, filling my new feeder and taking a nap are it for the day!

      • Caryn Says:

        Surprisingly, I have no grill. I won’t have a gas grill and charcoal is too much trouble to fire up for one person. Chicken Little will be roasted in the glorified toaster oven. It does a wonderful job. I could probably live without a stove altogether since I hardly ever use it. 🙂

      • Kat Says:

        My oven is mostly for storage. I have both a charcoal and gas grill. I use wood charcoal, not chemically treated briquets. They have the best smell when burning. I used to use a hibachi just for myself when I had something like the Cornish hen.

  3. olof1 Says:

    Not a bad description of the seasons at all, but I think I see spring as a young person, not a child but not quite adult yet.

    Sunny once again here and with a biting cold wind that sort of destroyed the day. But the cranes are arriving and several flocks flew over us and landed near us on our morning walk so I guess spring won’t be far away 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • Kat Says:

      I almost wrote teenager but decided that sometimes he waits in the wings so long to arrive he gets old.

      Cold here too. Your cranes know spring is coming!

      Have a wonderful evening!!

  4. Bob Says:

    Of course the seasons should be described in the feminine gender because they are a part of mother nature. I loved the margarine TV commercial where they were trying to get a mother nature character to try a blind taste test of a spread other than butter. When the mother nature character discovers the ruse she raises her wand to the sound of thunder and declares, “It’s not nice to fool mother nature”. Too bad those who deny global warming can’t see that we are all fooling mother nature as we continue to pollute the atmosphere.

    My favorite Sunday brunch is eggs benedict. Somehow the combination of the Canadian bacon (I have never been served it in Canada), soft poached eggs on an English muffin (Preferably a Holland Rusk if you can find one), topped with Hollandaise sauce and ripe olive slices is pure ecstasy on a plate. Only fresh brewed coffee and fresh made Beignets are needed to make the morning along with the entire day very special. Best eaten anywhere but nothing can compare to that breakfast in the French Quarter of New Orleans.

    Spring is still alive in North Texas with a cloudy sky, temperatures in the 70s and a nice stiff southerly breeze. Yesterday was gorgeous as the Angels beat the Rangers on national TV. Josh Hamilton didn’t have a great day but Albert Pujols hit two home runs to help sink the Rangers. Last season Pujols hit his first one on May 6th and still hit over 30 home runs for the season. Yesterday he hit his first two of the year.

    • Caryn Says:

      No Bob, we’re not fooling Mother Nature. We’re fooling ourselves. Mother Nature will adapt but we won’t necessarily like how she does it. The planet always wins. 🙂

    • Kat Says:

      If you noticed, winter was an old man. I suspect Mother Nature is in despair what what we are doing to our planet. We need to react now and make drastic changes.

      I love eggs Bennie, but I have never heard of or seen it with olive slices. Good thing too as I am not an olive fan. The combination sounds a bit odd. I’m with you on the freshly brewed coffee and beignets. I haven’t been to New Orleans but that would certainly be my breakfast.

      Nothing says spring better than baseball, even when it’s freezing cold as it was the the Sox second game against the Yankees. By the end of the night it was 38˚, skiing weather.

      I love a warm spring day at the park!!!

      • Bob Says:

        Yes, I misread your post. Winter could have also been an old woman with the same description. I have only had eggs Bennie once with a sprinkle of a few ripe olives on the top.

        You must go to the Big Easy once in your life. I would not recommend that you go during Mardi Gras but any other time the party never stops.

        The Twins play in an open air ballpark in Minneapolis and there could be a blizzard in October should they ever again get into the World Series. Minnesota is the fridge of north America.

      • Kat Says:

        Winter hasn’t the warmth of a man I just don’t see the season as a winter. I think olive are disgusting and the last place I’d put them is on eggs.

        Fresh croissants straight from the oven would be a good substitute for the beignets but here is n substitute for fresh coffee.

        The Southern teams are at a distinct disadvantage tis time if year when they play in the the northeast.

  5. gomerfudd Says:


    3 of 4 female, hmmm


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