Here in Michigan, there really isn’t any such thing as a designated “seasons schedule”. Our weather is absolutely out of control. At anytime you could experience any season, possibly multiple seasons in one day. I’ve woken up to mornings where my car windows are frozen and require scraping, by noon it’s 80 degrees, and at night there’s a thunderstorm. This past winter we had days where it was -10 degrees. My pipes burst. This past summer we had days where it was 105 degrees, which would be great if we had A BEACH. All I ask for is consistency. Is that too much to ask?
One season that I do enjoy is Fall. This is the time in between Summer and Winter where the air turns brisk and the leaves change color. I don’t even know what it is about the leaves changing color that’s appealing to me. Doesn’t this mean the leaves are dying? Plus, a few days in there’s a gust of wind and we’re left with sticks until Summer. Regardless, Fall is my season.
Yesterday, Stephanie and I woke up to the following view outside of our living room window, and decided it was time to partake in some “Fall activities”.
