Spring: Oh, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

You have chased away the relentless cold of winter and now grace us with your warmth and promise of new life. The air not only smells fresher but is filled with the sounds of chirping birds that are busily building nests in the trees that will soon be green with new foliage. You are a time of rebirth and of shedding the multiple layers we wore to fend off the bitter chill of your predecessor.

The gurgling and dripping sounds of snow melting give way to patches of sleepy grass that will soon awaken. The shoots of crocuses, daffodils and tulips will emerge from the once frozen ground and grace us with their beauty. The honking of overhead geese returning from warmer climes will be music to our ears and robins foraging for grubs, a welcome sight. You are the season that puts a spring into our step and a smile on our face as we anticipate the good times ahead.


After spring, you’re it for me — however short lived you are. Finally, the sandals and flip-flops can emerge from exile at the back of the clothes closet and rule supreme once more. To be able to walk out the door without the need for anything more than summer clothing and a smile means the bulky parkas have now been banished for a while. Yes, you are the season of perhaps two weeks of high heat and sticky, sweaty humidity, but it is so easy to bear compared to five months of cold.

We perspire and run for the a/c but know that you won’t be here for long so shouldn’t complain. The black clouds, the flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder are followed by drenching cloudbursts and maybe a rainbow or two. Beautiful. As for the insects, well, maybe that is your one downside.


I admire and appreciate your beautiful colours and lingering warm breezes but sadly must accept that you are the precursor to the harshest season of the year. You allow the warmth of summer to embrace us a little longer by keeping cold winds at bay until you cruelly pull the plug, shed your leaves and chase us indoors in search of jackets and scarves. We loved you until then.

But with fall come Thanksgiving and jack-o’-lanterns and children squealing with glee as they dash from door to door in search of another candy haul.

You are the season of one last chance to partake of all the outdoor activities we enjoyed during the summer — like golf and sailing. You’re a sneaky season, though, allowing the first snowflakes of winter to flutter from the sky long before the calendar announces your official demise.

Goodbye warmth.


What can I say about you? Very little that’s good. Only, perhaps, that the sun shining on the pristine, white snow reminds me of a carpet of sparkling diamonds. And Christmas, that’s good. But then it all becomes a matter of survival for several months with regular onslaughts of snow, wind, face-stinging ice pellets and freezing rain as you tease us with a mini thaw only to have us slipping and sliding as we attempt to venture outside.

Scraping windshields, shoveling snow, zero visibility and walking dogs on roads and sidewalks so heavily salted, their paws are on fire, are just a few of the intolerable “delights” you seem to think are good for us. And let’s not forget colds, coughs, the flu, fever and your answer to a weight loss program, the gastro. So special. No thanks, I think I’ll stick with spring through fall.

And as for you, winter, you can just blow.


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Judie, these are some really great and mesmerizing images. I’m also in awe with how you describe various seasons so beautifully yet so detailed. I absolutely love rush my essay net/ the way you are talking about them as if they are a person and you’re flirting with them.

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