This morning I’m sitting upstairs in my office/crop room/guest room and looking out the window as I type. There is a GORGEOUS bright red/orange tree outside my window. It is stunning and still has most of its leaves. It is not very tall — only slightly taller than the house actually, but it is beautiful. Years ago, when I married Chris, we moved to the south and somehow the Army decided to keep us in the south for the next 9 years. We eventually made it out to the midwest, only to return to the south again! Upon leaving the south again in 2009, I was anxious to return to a place where I could experience four distinct seasons. Three months after we moved back to the mid-atlantic, we experienced more snow than I’ve ever seen in my life. Call it “Snowmageddon” or “Snowpocalypse” or both, but 75 inches of snow fell in Virginia in February 2010 and I got to experience it all. I LOVE snow. And honestly, I even loved all of that snow. It became a joke in my family that the snow was actually all my fault, because the entire time we had lived in the south (for the previous three years), I continually complained that I wanted “four seasons”, so apparently I had “wished” for that much snow. For Christmas in 2010, Chris gave me an absolutely beautiful print of the Washington Monument and the Tidal Basin, shown in all four seasons. I love the winter and the snow. I love the fall and the beautiful colors. I love the spring and the beautiful flowers and the blooming trees. I love the summer and all the green. I think spring is my favorite, but most of all, I love having four distinct seasons. We are currently living in a place that will afford me all four seasons for a year and I’m trying hard to enjoy the seasons this year. I think I’ll even try to photograph the tree from my window because I’d like to have the picture from my current perspective.
Today I am thankful for four seasons. They are each beautiful in their own way and when I am able to live in a place that has four distinct seasons, I am happy.