As my husband and I contemplate the possibility of being empty nesters (that is assuming that our children ever move on), we often discuss where we would like to be next.
As a California boy, he is ready for warm weather again.
For my part, I would miss the seasons...
From those first days in early April when the forest underbrush ever-so-gently begins to turn green...throwing open all the windows and smiling as the freshly washed cottons billow...listening to the migrating birds arrive daily to wake us with their distinctive songs...children's voices outside playing, sounding older than the year before...crocus and hyacinth...daffodils and leggy tulips...everything young and new again...
Some days in Spring, I swear that I can smell my days in Italy on the breeze...
...the seasons then effortlessly roll into those endlessly hot, lazy days of summer...days when you can walk the dog in shorts and flip flops...watermelon...grilled dinners...swimming...swinging...fanning...sand between your toes and on the wood floors...outdoor music...smores...earthworms on the sidewalk after a rainstorm...the smell of the air after a rainstorm...
Fall tumbles in with the splendor of autumnal colors--oranges, reds, yellows, browns....tree watching on the days that they decide is the perfect day to release their leaves...soups and home baked breads...star gazing on crisp evenings under a blanket in front of a bonfire with someone to keep you warm...
But I think my favorite is winter...the absolute silence of falling snow...hot chocolate...everyone home because it is too cold to be outside for long...movies and popcorn...how a fresh blanket of snow makes everything look better...including ourselves...long pants and long sleeves....not to mention a convenient temperature to enjoy when those waves of heat begin to creep up my neck...glorious...
I would miss all that...
So this is the question...seasons...or perpetual summer?
Which would you choose?
