Do I miss the seasons...yes. I do.
A dear blog friend, SaucyKod, mentioned how much she would miss the seasons if she lived where they did not happen, no matter how nice it might seem to have milder winters..with no snow except in the mountains or high desert. She would miss her seasons. I completely understand.
And, yes. I miss the distinct season changes, the quiet of the falling snow. Sometimes I long for it, but not enough. Not enough.
Yes, I miss those gorgeous changing colors...the red robins..the lilac's that hung over our porch,
I miss the tulips that grew along side our home and the smells of canning peaches.. and that is why I wanted all those fruit tree's planted.
I missed the changing seasons so much when my family left Oregon and returned to California in the 1940's.
I was just seven years old but I complained to my mother of not seeing the mountains black with tree's in the distance..
the northern lights..the changing colors..I hated my home state...
But now I love it. Yes, I miss it all, the beautiful changing of the seasons, I do, but...not enough, not enough!
I am a California girl, born and raised in San Diego California.
No...I have to stay home and will probably die in California. I actually cry when I am away from it for awhile. Homesickness is a very strong illness.
I took a week's trip to Connecticut to see a dear friend once about seven years ago..and didn't get warm from the time I left LAX, until I stepped off the plane again in California. It was October..my favorite time of year. I was too darned cold to even enjoy the gorgeous colors. I literally shook and just could not get warm. But I've never forgotten the beauty, cold or no cold!!
Still I completely understand the love of changing seasons.
We have them. They are just...soft. That's the only way I can explain. They are soft as a baby's bottom.
I wish you love.