I was born in winter, Easter is in spring, I met my husband in summer, Married him a year later Had a daughter a year after that, Plums are my favorite fruit which ripen nicely in autumn. So, as you can see, all the seasons are my favorites while they are here and I mourn the passing of each one every year.
Log Fires, Christmas, Snowdrops poking through frozen ground, Crisp frosty mornings running on the downs with the dogs, all these things for me make winter the most wonderful season of all time. After Christmas we have January, a long dark boring month for many, but just past the middle my birthday happens. Mum talks of the day I was born and how she missed the panto, How the pipes froze and she had to climb two flights of stairs to get water and strangely how she fed me, Changed me, Washed me And put me out in the pram for some fresh air. How things have changed. But the essence of winter never changes. When you just get completely fed up of dark drizzly days along comes one with the brightest of blue skies and a bright round orb of yellow for a sun. In February there is a hint of spring in the air, but before you can get all excited it goes off again and drizzles to the end. One year I picked some daffodil buds and open deep purple irises for an elderly lady who was born on Feb 29th for her birthday. Not often that happens. Along comes March and winter draws to an end.
Spring cometh. With fresh winds, Crocuses, daffodils, Buds on all the trees, mud underfoot, Run if you dare but you will more than likely slip over and end up flat on your face. The evenings get lighter and hope springs eternal. April, come she will as the song goes. Ah, if the sun shines there is warmth at last. Everything is beginning to grow anew, especially the grass, which means days off are spent cutting the stuff and weeding the borders. But over the hills, there is a wonderful feel to the air. The dogs run and bound, the lambs skip in the fields. Children once more play in the streets after being shut up with their computers for several months. May, oh what a wonderful month. Some years I have swam in the sea in May, but you have to feel really brave to do so because the sea is still so terribly cold. Very refreshing. The trees burst into flower, froths of pink, masses of white. Things are really growing in the garden and there are all those daffodil leaves dying off.
With June comes summer Wimbledon Flowers aplenty in the garden. Roses, petunias, busy lizzies, a wealth of wonder out there. The doors and windows can be left open, the washing dries on the line before dark. Long lazy days. Sitting outside in the evenings, listening to the birds and insects as dusk comes. And has anyone else noticed that as dusk turns to dark how all the bright coloured flowers pale into insignificance to leave just the white ones glowing brightly. Days on the beach, thinking of the holidays to come.
July solidifies Summer, it is often grey and wet, but warm nevertheless. The children break for their long summer holiday, does anyone else remember how long six weeks seems at the beginning and then how quickly it goes??
August, heat waves if we are lucky, hot sticky nights, everyone saying it is too hot, how draining it is. I revel in this. Cricket on the village green, children’s voices everywhere. Everything ripening in the garden, peas, beans, tomatoes turning from green to red, salad vegetables to pick fresh and eat all day long, a nibble here and a nibble there. Raspberries, oh they are so refreshing.
September brings Autumn, if we are lucky it will be sunny and bright. Cooler, mornings sharp, no frost yet in the south. Plums, apples, even pears on the trees. What a wonderful time. Harvest festival, thanks for the bounty of crops. A time to start planning what to grow next year.
October, definitely chilly, wetter than before. Most of the garden is beginning to look sorry for itself although if it is dry enough to cut the grass the lawn has regained that lush velvet green look. Conkers, did I hear right that the government has banned children from playing conkers??? What is the world coming to??? Sweet chestnuts, beech nuts, these always gave me a sore throat but I ate hundreds every year. Halloween. What fun, a party! And a chance to get the old broomstick out and practice flying round about. If you see me pass then give me a wave won’t you??
November, Dark and dank dismal days, log fires again, toast by the fire. Eating the last of the indoor ripened tomatoes, apples going wrinkly but sweet and juicy still.
And what to look forward to???
That’s right folks. CHRISTMAS is nearly here again and then we can start all over again.
I couldn’t live in a country that didn’t have the four seasons that we are lucky enough to have.
I love each season, there is masses that I have left out, but I don’t want to bore you completely to death reading this. Thanks for reading, Sue :o) xx
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