Day 12: A picture of something you love.
This is Noah at 9.5 months old sitting at Paulson's Pumpkin patch in Belding Michigan.
The task was a picture of someTHING that I love, but I don't have any really good photos on hand to display the Thing. So this is a compromise. First off I love my son, but he is not a Thing and I will safe him for another post. The thing I love is different seasons! I never in a million years thought that I would be saying this. Growing up I longed to live some place warm and tropical and swore that I would be happy and content if I ever got to a place like that. Well I am there, living the tropical fantasy and my heart longs for seasons. It longs for change.
I guess this is an affect of growing up in the Midwest or more so in Michigan where one never knows what the weather is going to be like day to day let alone hour to hour. It keeps you on your toes. It stirs your scenes. It makes you feel fresh and alive.
Topical living is great...for vacations or getaways. For a break from the cold. It is great for rejuvenating the soul after a long gray winter. It is not great to live in year round. Being stuck in perpetual summer is boring and grows old, fast. I am sure it is for some people. People who grew up knowing summer year round and never feeling the crunch of fall leaves beneath their feet, tasting snowflakes falling freshly from the sky onto your tongue, or smelling the sweet scent of a cow farm as the ground is thawing and spring looms around the corner!
I still have trouble shaking that guilty feeling of not "taking advantage of the day of sunshine" that you learn to bear when you grow up somewhere, where you know sunshine and warm weather is never a given, nor do those sunny days last very long.
I now long for a day of rain, although it rarely ever lasts all day here nor is it accompanied by the glorious booms of thunder or bright flashes of lightning. I long for that change. For the feeling that each new season brings with it and lets you know that Easter, 4th of July, Halloween or Christmas are approaching.
I long to wear long pants and hooded sweatshirts, or a nice sweater. I long to have a wool hat on my head and my hands in a pair of mittens. I long to be able to wear cute shoes without having to bear the thought of wearing Nylons in this heat! I long to feel the shiver down my spine as a cool spring breeze blows, or I step out into the cold from the comfort of a warm house. I long for the scents, sights and sounds that each season brings.
These are the THINGS I love and their names are SPRING, SUMMER, FALL and WINTER! One day I will visit them again, and I will feel at home.