The first days of Springtime mean opening windows to let out winter's stale warmth as the embers in the fireplace smolder until gone for another few months. The spring flowers awaken under the last patches of snow, echoing children's laughter of one more sled ride down the hill with small patches of snow remaining as the champions of snowball wars claim victory until next winter.
Springtime brings showers that cleanse the earth and wake nature from her winter nap. Before our eyes, the magic happens as Leafless trees bloom a million buds, exploding into life, sheltering us from the summer heat and giving sanctuary to the birds and small animals of the woods.
Like most good things, Springtime is short-lived, giving way to summer heat, backyard cookouts, and patched-up swimming pools we hope will last one last summer.
It's evening strolls, ice cream cones you eat too fast, and brain freeze that bring laughter to those around you. It's the ride man cruising the neighborhoods in his homemade Ferris wheel that cost a quarter well spent.
Summer is the beach, the park, and the millions of stars in the sky you try to count sitting on your roof. It passes too fast as the cool nights of autumn rush in, and a visit to the pumpkin patch to score the perfect one is a family affair. Autumn is Halloween when corn husks adore doors. It's apple cider, pumpkin pie, and warmer jackets. It's giving thanks for a bountiful harvest and praying for a gentle winter.
Winter can surprise us as we wake up to a blanket of white we did not see coming, creating a mad rush to put on our warmest clothes and rubber boots, trying desperately to be the first bootprints of winter to set foot outside. It was sledding down the biggest hill, ice skating on the pond Dad made, and laughing at one of your siblings whose snot froze onto his mittens.
Every season had its own meaning, and speaking for myself, it was very hard to decide which I liked more. But to this day, even though I traded the seasons for one long summer, I'll always remember the times spent when the seasons changed and dazzled me with all the joy my heart could hold.
Mike 2025
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