Seasons

I live in a part of the world where the seasons matter.

In the winter, it’s cold and the plants die back.

In the spring, the plants, and many other things, come back to life.

I don’t think that I suffer from any kind of seasonal disorder, but I have to say that it’s so nice to see the length of the day extending, and the buds on the plants / trees beginning to emerge.

Living through the seasons is a wonderful / tortuous thing.