I kind of wish the topic was seasonings. That’d be more interesting, but alas, here we are. Really, it feels pretty duplicative with “time,” “weather,” and “change,” which I’ve already done, but I’ll do my best to differentiate.
Walla Walla gets all four seasons and for that I’m mostly glad. I really like spring, most of summer, and the first 3/4 of fall. Winter is rough. We’ve been over this. I won’t continue to beat this dead horse, even though that’s what winter in Walla Walla can smell like, but no, I’m focusing on gratitude and seasons. FOCUS, Becci, FOCUS! I do like the change of seasons and what each has to offer–even winter when I come inside and cozy up, reading, baking, and planning the garden. It’s not all bad, truly.
I also appreciate the more metaphorical notion of seasons. We have periods of our lives that are a certain way, but they don’t last, and this is good. This can be heartbreaking, relief-giving, sometimes both, even. I could quote Solomon, but I’ll let The Byrds do it instead…
Feryl Files 
I say I like living somewhere with 4 seasons, but really I just like two of them (although now that I’m not hot flash central I can tolerate summer a little better).
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