To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~ George Santayana
As I was driving into Waterville Valley this morning, I thought – as I so often do – how much I love the changing seasons.
My school friend Landra moved from northern New Hampshire to southern California after graduating high school. We met up a few years later and I jokingly asked if she missed our cold winters. Surprisingly, Landra answered that as much as she loved sunny and warm SoCal, she was sick and tired of waking up to the same weather day in and day out. She missed the fall colors, the winter snowstorms, the spring rains, the impatient yearning for summer sun.
I guess I’m destined to be a four-season gal, because I can’t imagine living without change.
Every day that I drive in and out of Waterville Valley I see change. Whether it be the changing colors of the leaves, or the first snowfall covering the ground like a blanket, the spring rains swelling the Mad River, or the first flowers blooming. With each of our four seasons I feel a sense of anticipation and wonderment for the next.
I’m enjoying the autumn transition to winter. It’s never quite long enough, but I say that about every season. And I bet that in March I’ll be blogging that I’m looking forward to spring coming in like a lion and going out like a lamb!