Yarnies,
As you might have gathered by now, I’m a Northerner at heart. Or as Boyfriend would say, a Yankee. I grew up always looking forward to Fall. It’s when school started, and I loved school. I loved the leaves turning color, I loved the hot summers and the smell of sticky popsicles and suntan lotion fading to the crisp Fall air with the hint of woodfires. To me, Fall was characterized by going hot cider doughnuts, apple picking, cider in my thermos instead of milk on Fridays, and making leaf crowns. Fall is prime crafting time. I could never understand why people might love Spring instead of Fall.
And then I met the Boyfriend, who couldn’t imagine me liking Fall instead of Spring. Spring had always been mud for me. Mud, and weather that was not quite Winter but not really early Summer either. My first Spring in North Carolina in 2006 was a revelation.
But let me tell you. North Carolina has nothing on DC when it comes to Spring. I’ve never seen so many flowering trees in my LIFE.
I’ve been taking pictures like crazy, because if I tried to tell anyone back north about this, they’d fall off their seats laughing. There’s been times where our few flowering trees haven’t started until the beginning of Summer. Never mind in April. April we’re still sometimes getting snow.
Yarnies, if you’ve never been to DC in the Spring, you have to come.
Maybe the Boyfriend has something. I’m not saying I like Spring more than Fall, but maybe, just maybe, I can understand why some people like Spring better than Fall.
What’s your favorite season?
