Changing Seasons

Until a few years ago I lived where the seasons were defined by changes in the weather, flowers blooming or leaves changing color and falling off trees.

Where I live now there is virtually none of the changes. While a major part of the country was being hit left and right with inclement weather, sunshine and record warm temperatures were our portions. Then cold, blustery weather appeared this week much to our chagrin.

Tuesday morning coats, gloves, hat and scarves were snatched from their slumber and assigned to duty. This abrupt change takes some getting used to. Closed shoes or boots have been put in the line up again. No more slipping into cute sandals and showing off the great toe polish. Sleeveless tops give way to bulky sweaters or classy cashmere sweater. Shorts take a back seat to slacks and jeans.

Even though it takes a few moments to adjust to the sudden weather change, I welcome it. Warm weather will show up in spurts, and the short pants and sandals will once again arise.

How’s the weather where you live?

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9 thoughts on “Changing Seasons

  1. Hi Emma, I’m in Canada, and up here we have the season well defined. The fall is beautiful, coloured leaves everywhere, but very short season, the winter is the longer one. But I’m sure you will have lots of fun in the warm weather of Texas. Have a great day!

    • Hey Elizabeth, the warm weather has taken a vacation. The last few days have been cold. Had to pull out the trusty old coat and give it a whirl. It is suppose to warm up some in a few days. I’ll be glad. One thing about winter is down time to reflect on the recent past and how to add, subtract, multiply and divide for the future. Thanks for visiting. Blessings.

  2. like a lonesome freight train, the winter weather pushed into town overnight. The cold wind blew all night like a train whistle. You knew it was there with the rumbling wind shaking your windows but that cold train from up out of Canada had to whistle through the trees too. Winters here for another visit and he doesn’t want none of your warm tea.

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