Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Seasons of Contentment

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The tree I like to sit under as I read on the lawn, which bloomed before my eyes this week.

If there is one thing I have loved about Ohio, it is the predictability of the seasons.

Spring has come with the end of March, and the trees have bloomed. The weather has warmed, and the thunderstorms have rolled through with great drama.

Summer will come as the school year lets out. The air will get hot and humid, the vegetables will flourish, and the evenings will be comfortable for lingering chats with cool beverages.

When the official start date of fall comes in late September, the leaves will change colors, the air will turn crisp, and the mid-afternoon sun will offer welcome warmth.

And when winter comes at last, it will snow just enough (though not too much) and will offer the perfect brief period of hibernation—just enough to make me crave the warmth of spring.

This is not the case in Alaska, to say the least. With the move to the North approaching quickly, the warmth of this week in Ohio stands in stark contrast with the snow that fell in Alaska simultaneously. The seasons in Alaska march “to the beat of their own drum” to say the least, which I suppose is fitting, since that is somewhat true of residents as well.

Fall is the season that strikes me as most different; it rushes by so quickly it is easy to miss. The leaves turn a quick golden brown before falling off, and winter steals the show before you are ready.

Winter is long and lingers. It stays far beyond its welcome, and brings a blanket of darkness along with an abundance of snow. The sun rises late and leaves quickly.

Spring is defined by snow that becomes slush, which freezes and thaws several times before draining and evaporating. This season finds the city as one giant, icy, mud puddle for weeks at a time.

Summer, however, redeems it all in one quick, fell swoop. The mountains are frosted early on but eventually turn lush shades of green. The sun comes out and lingers for most of the day and night. The trails and adventures are plentiful, and the temperatures are comfortable.

It may not be balanced, but it is beautiful. I will miss many things about the Midwest, but I am truly looking forward to hiking and fishing and enjoying the rugged outdoors.

1 comment:

  1. We are so getting together when you get here!

    And I love fall! I had never lived anywhere with fall before in my entire life and it is easily my favorite season now.

    Still looking forward to summer showing up sooner than later though! :)

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