A woman for all seasons
As seasons roll by (with every-increasing speed, the older I get), I reflect now and again that I really should make a conscious effort to appreciate the aspects peculiar to each one. If I could choose, I would like it to be late spring/early summer all the time and I would also like not to have to endure the long nights and short days which are an inescapable part of each winter. Try as I might, I have never been able to identify with those of my fellow bloggers who delight so much in the advent of snow. For me, it looks pretty for an hour or so early in the morning and after that it's a major nuisance and I can't wait for it to be gone. I still have vivid memories of the winter of 1963 (ish) when there was snow on the ground all through winter and well into April. Mind you, there was one enormous advantage, as I recall. For weeks there was no sport on Saturday afternoon television as conditions were too bad for anyone to play, so in that era of a choice between BBC and ITV, we were treated to films instead - much more interesting!
An yway, back to the 'Winter Appreciation Society'.
Unfortunately, I think the inauguration of said society may need to be postponed until next year. After all, who in their right mind could possibly feel positive about endless days of grey skies and rain?
No, sorry, I just can't do the Pollyanna thing right now.
I need to emigrate to sunnier climes - and fast!
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There's a welcome in the hillside.....oh wait, there are no hillsides here in SUNNY SNOWLESS FLORIDA.
Yes despite your misguided slur on tv sports (what would tv be without sport ??), you'd be very welcome here anytime.
As you say the seasons certainly do come round far too quickly nowadays!
I agree with you about not liking snow, and late spring/early summer would suit me too! Flighty xx
Yes, I thought you'd like my comments on sport, Ian. ;)
Flighty, you are welcome to accompany Keith and myself as we descend on Ian's pad over there in SNOWLESS Florida!
I love a day like today here in Northants - sunny, clear and cold! But I hate grey wet days and that time between 4 and 7 as it seems lifeless and depressing. Yes sunshine is something we need to feel alive. But I do love my open fire, low lights and a great film to watch.
If you research climate charts you will find that North Wales is considerably greyer and wetter than places to the east of the Pennines. Here in Sheffield we are currently basking in an eighty degree heatwave and I have been sunbathing amidst the early daffodils. Why not move over here. Don't worry we can find an interpreter for Keith.
Strange, YP, not what I am hearing from Elder Daughter! But thanks for the invitation. :)
MOB, I agree that those hours between 4 and 7 pm do seem to drag.
Jenny, I do hope that the sun shines, even a little, for you, very soon. I've been reading your other blog....
Time... slowly eases the pain.
Thanks, Katherine. That's very kind of you.
Yes, I'm totally with you on late spring/early summer being the best time. And I too remember that very cold winter of 62-63 - seeing the ducks frozen into the ice in the park made a big impression on my (VERY YOUNG) self!
You must have only been a wee toddler, Daphne! ;)
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