I don’t think I could ever relocate to a place that didn’t have four seasons.  There is something special about those first few days as the weather warms or cools.  Change is in the air, literally.

I don’t even think I have a preference for a particular season.  I think I like them all -- at the time.  Of course, I’m often ready for one to end and another to begin.

Certain things trigger changing seasons for me.  When the backyard furniture comes out and the table and chairs are uncovered on the deck, I know I’m ready for summertime.  Oddly, I also know I have complete control over that timing regardless of weather.  In 2020, I think I insisted that our furniture be out in the elements when there was still snow on the ground.

But I digress. 

This past weekend had moments of absolutely glorious weather and we were outside the first moment we could.  As you all know, it was a fleeting moment but it was a moment.

I keep telling myself that it will be here soon.  And then, you’ll find me outside.