And (SOMEONE'S gotta say it): the World Series and the return of football!

Gid....Woo Hoo...How could we have forgotten that!?

I love the smell and quiteness after the first snow.

Ohhhh yes! somebody else that "gets it"! snow has that! especially when you're a kid and you go for that first dizzing ride down a slope on your sled!

Wow, LW! Excellent poetry! That's a home run in my book!

Damn, take a whole bag o' cookies! Thanks for sharing, el Moskowitz

Beautiful!!!!!! LW!

perhaps death is like snowwiping out painful detailblanketing blackness with a shinethat even a moonless nightcannot obliterate.

I have a neighbor who was on death's bed about a month ago. She said that it was very peaceful and finally at 83 she's not afraid to die.

spring. everthing comes to life, women get horny, the air smells like life, buds just starting to bloom, everything waking up from winter.

LW...That was wow...

Fall. hands down. Cool nights in jeans and hooded sweatshirts. Biking on the trail hearing and smelling the cracking leaves under my tires. Apple cider! Oh by far my favorite adult beverages is hot apple cider and yukon jack with a dash of caramel. I love me som' apples...word!

Word to the topic starter fall camping is simply the best...no bugs, usually dry, perfect campfire weather.

-sus

Wow, nice LW. I must applaud that one.

My favorite seasons start from spring and go until winter in the proper order. I love spring, everything is mild and there are cute baby FUZZY! things running around. Summer is nice...except for the heat, but I still like it. Fall has a picturesque kind of feel too it, but it starts getting rather cold. Winter has it's good points, but due to global warming it's kind of a rainy mess most of the time now.

~Zoo

Summer.

When I lived in the Midwest I love Autumn. I love the cool weather. I'm so hot blooded I wear shorts year around. Autumn breezes feel so damn good, too.

But now that I live in the Southwest I love Winter. The coldest it really gets is mid 30s and the hottest mid 50s. Perfect short wearing weather.

What's funny is I used to love winters as a kid. Sledding, building snow forts and having snowball fights. Now I hate being out in the snow. Strangely, I don't mind driving in it, and of course I hate clearing the drive and sidewalk even though I had a snowblower.

---#19 by little-whip
Wed, August 23, 2006 06:57 AM---

Your poem reminded me of my grandfather. He hated cold weather, always complained about it. If it got below 70 he would need a heavy coat.

One day while looking out his window he said," I hope it snows."

I said, "Why? You hate the snow, Grandpa."

He said, "I don't hate the snow I hate the cold. I love the snow, it covers everything that is ugly outside."

I thought to myself, "My grandpa is so cool."

Ever since then I always thought of his words during every snowfall.

Great poem, Whip.

"Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire..."

---T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding (1st of the 4 Quartets)


I like the late winter/early spring time of year.

In England - Autumn. In Virginia - Winter. I've never seen an American Autumn (I've never liked the use of the word Fall - though that's certainly descriptively accurate) in the places famous for it so I can't comment. Here in Virginia there's so far been very little to distinguish Autumn from Winter - though the two seasons taken together are blessedly less humid than Spring and Summer. Some leaves do fall, yes. But not that many. The temperature drops, but not to a really significant degree - though the natives do complain.

Virginia reminds me (because it's so different) of the things I miss about England - the weather in Autumn and Winter, and the landscape of the north-east coast, especially between the Humber and the Tyne.