A change of seasons, that’s what sexy this week! I truly believe I’m very fortunate living where I do in the world. Everyone living here has the pleasure of four distinct weather changes. We have our spring, summer, fall, and winter. Seasons that bring with them a change in air temperature, pressure, sun, rain, plant life; seasons very distinct and unique and full of attitude. Seasons much needed for change to take place and keep the cycle of life going, to hibernate, recharge, re-stimulate, be re-born so to speak.
Ontario, where my family settled after immigrating to Canada is a province that truly has a set of very distinct seasons. Autumns of fire in patches of yellow, orange and red, bright vivid colours across a painted landscape. A rich visual delight, admired by many on long trips to the north. A short display before turning brown and crumbling to dust as the leaves fall to the ground.
Winters white and cold, and snow sparkling like diamonds when the moon hits it just right. Cold air that kisses a face peeking out from a heavily clothed body braving the cold to play in the snow, or glideacross sheets of ice. Temperatures just right for the fashion addicted to layer upon layer, clothes they don’t have the opportunity to wear the rest of the year. Clothes none the less they just had to have.
Springtime when the temperature rises melting ice and snow. Running waters soaking into the softening ground to nourish and stimulate the sleeping roots of flowers and trees, to spring forth and grow anew. Warmth that awaken slumbering creatures deep in hibernation, that now lumber out of dens and burrows to seek out food and replenish fat stores long since depleted.
Summers in full bloom, explosions of colour, clear blue skies, elevated temperatures both in the air, and of the body. Activity abounds in all aspects of life, before the autumn creeps back to start the process all over again. A continuous cycle of life, that whatever the season, the whole year of change most definitely stimulates me.
I do have my favourite seasons, and like all life on the planet, I need my downtime to recharge and be re-stimulated. I cannot take the constant of one over another, I burn out and whither, and if one thing about being brought up in Ontario has taught me is an overwhelming appreciation of the beauty in the changing seasons.
Change is good!