doppel wrote:How do people live without four seasons?
Good question. I tried it once, and was miserable.
Actually, here we have six seasons, not four. Right now, we are in the second, a short season between winter and spring that people who live outside the city call "mud season". One day it's 10 degrees out, another it's 60. One day there's warm blue sky, and the next it's fat snowflakes, sleet, and icy rain pouring down. In the woods, the maple sap is running and the skunk cabbages are probably starting to emerge from the mud, but no one goes there at this time of year. Soon enough the last snow and ice will be gone, the temperature will settle down into something reasonably steady and warm, and real spring will be here.
The other extra season comes at the opposite end of the year. There are two completely different versions of "fall" here. The first "fall" has foggy mornings turning clear and blue, and on weekends everyone heads up into the mountains or countryside to admire the colorful foliage. The other fall starts when the leaves come down and the world is turning dark, waiting for winter to come. It's the November that Thomas Hood was writing about.
I like every season. Right now I am enjoying the mud and the melting, but I am looking forward to spring.