The Four Seasons

I recently heard summer and winter classified as the main seasons and something about that statement just didn’t sit right with me. There are four seasons, and in Southern Ontario they are four very distinct seasons, each with approximately the same number of days and each with their own beauty. The spring has the fresh smell and colours of flowers; the summer has the warm days followed by amazing sunsets; the fall has the beauty of changing leaves and the crispness in the air; and the winter has the virginal white of fresh fallen snow. Each season should be given a fair shake because if it wasn’t for the cycle of the seasons there would be no contrast to compare the individual seasons with.

In the whole cycle of things, spring is seen as the beginning of life with all the flowers blooming, the weather warming and the animals mating while the fall is considered the ending of life with the flowers dying and the leaves changing colours and falling off the trees. Summer and winter is merely representative of life and death. As we all know (or at least the creators of suspense films and novels know) there is no excitement in life or death, but rather the excitement lies in the anticipation of new life or the long drawn out dying scene (spring & fall).

I am not trying to convince anyone to like spring or fall or tell people which seasons to like or dislike, all I want is for each season to be respected for what it has to offer. It is the bitter cold of winter that has us wanting summer but it is the fresh warm smell of a spring day that really gets us excited about the summer to come. Each season takes up about 25% of the year so if you are waiting for one particular season to come around again, you will have wasted three-quarters of the year waiting so get out and enjoy each season for what it has.