I love the beginning of fall – my garden still has flowers, and the colors are so much fun to watch as they change.
I hate the end of fall when the trees are bare, and the garden is dead, and there’s so much clean up to do.
I love the beginning of winter when the first twinkling snows fall, and all the holidays brighten up everyone’s homes, and my family gets together.
I hate the end of winter with ANOTHER SNOW STORM, and all the snow is gray (or yellow), and there’s all that ice and slush (and $$$ to heat the house).
I hate the beginning of spring – SO MOTHER NATURE, GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!! It seems to take forever for her to get her act together – I’m so impatient – and I have to clean up all the winter debris (esp. the willow!!). All that mud, too.
I love the rest of spring – watching all the sprouts coming up, the daffies and other bulbs in all their glory, the return of the birds, and butterflies, watching the birds nesting and hearing little peeps from babies. I love getting out in the garden, planting my annuals and smelling the soil as it warms up. I love planting my vegetable garden and the anticipation I feel as I do it.
I love the beginning of summer. The warmth and sun reaches deep inside me. School’s over, so all my time is mine to do as I wish, which is to garden and be with friends, watch nature as it changes and grows, watch birds and butterflies move through the garden. I love planting new things, and collecting the first goodies in the vegetable garden.
I hate the end of summer. Weeds have taken over the garden as my energy and enthusiasm have waned. It gets very hot and usually very humid so I’m often indoor once again. We usually have a drought at this time, and the plants need watering every day. My sun room is too hot to enjoy, and the mylar shades are down so I can’t see the fields in the back yard very well. They make the sky look ominous – like it’s going to rain any moment even if it isn’t. I start to see that I am losing birds as they move south, and school starts again so I have less time for me and mine.
So I guess I don’t have a favorite season because I have a love/hate relationship with them all.
