I love seasons and the change of seasons! Before I moved to LA many people asked me, "are you going to miss the seasons?" And, much to my surprise, now that I have lived all 4 seasons in Southern California, there are seasons here! Yes, they bleed together a little more than the harshness of winter to spring or summer to fall in the South, but there is a definitive difference in summer and fall. It is sunny most days, and so it is deceiving when I look out my window and each day looks very much the same. One other thing is that there aren't a lot of trees here that lose their leaves, therefore they don't look bare November through February, so that makes identifying the seasons tricky too.
Winter was the hardest season for me here in LA. A lot of times my life felt like winter during January and February. Darker, cooped up, lonelier, colder, grey, but seeing buds of flowers on warmer days. Now it is spring! Hallelujah, praise the Lord! Glory glory! Plants are growing, snow is melting, and beaches are filling up with people! I think God must have designed most places in the world to have seasons, so that people would understand the seasons of their hearts better. After winter there usually comes a spring, and after a fall there will most likely be a winter at some point, even if it is just a cold snap. What a beautiful thing!
"Came the spring, with all its splendor, all its birds and all its blossoms,
all its flowers and leaves and grasses."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
