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| Is Summer over yet? | ||||||||
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| When will summer finally be over?
Spring is suppose to be my favourite season, because that is when I was born - except that it's veritably my worse season, because it's the death of my favourite season, which is winter. Snow turns into water running down the mountain and ends up in the valley as a huge puddle, the migrating ducks mark with a visit. I can routinely see them early morning because it lays just in my backyard. Later on it becomes a pod of mud and then it all disappears far too fast merely when wild white and purple crocuses start to peek to put a smile on my face; proudly saying: "I'm only here for a while, relish my scent". I do enjoy the flowers and the may showers but not as much as I cherish the first snow sometimes in mid November. Was I a polar bear in another life time? Considering that the first cold breeze on my face does me well. Let's not even argue about Summer... the heat really gets me eerie. I'm glad that I live on a mountain where it's not as hot as any cemented packed town like Montreal which lays down in our periphery. Four hours drive to catch Montreal night-life if we want-to... but we rather gaze stars in silence hoping to hear more of the cricket's songs. Barely soon enough, there will be Autumn on our doorstep in about four long weeks. That is when the tree leaves send-in the messages that it's fancily almost over with the heat. I have a fondness when the wind blows the coloured leaves around into twirls, to the point where we could hear the sound of its crisp-dry edges frolicking the harsh dry ground making a sound that almost speaks to me. It's impossible to describe the sound but it's nearly a soft-hissing and whooshing sound at the same time. That time of the year there's also the scent of burning leaves that comes from afar, from the little town nearby. Evening redolence of pumpkin pies being baked for the yearly autumn powwow in the region; all of that makes me already dream about cooler days -- approaching very slowly. Winter is so wonderfully charming with that first gracious white coat on the tips of the mountains as soon as the first snowfall sneaks up during nights; while people are snuggled with their own woollen covers in bed. Later on mountains receive a huge fluffy blanket holding dormant life underneath it, which eventually will wake up again next Spring, and the cycle of our planet continues. Now you all know which is my favourite season. Do you have a favourite time of the year? Anna* |
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