Folks generally think of the year as having four seasons. I find there are many more, mini-seasons and overlapping seasons.
There’s “Spring” in its largest sense. Then there’s Maple Season, Mud Season, black fly season, followed by mosquito season.
“Summer” is a calendar season as well as a frame of mind, I suppose. Within summer are countless bloom seasons for indigenous plants. A hatch for the bass in the pond.
And so on for fall. A leaf season and a frost season and a holiday season.
Winter has its own hunting season, and fishing, through the ice. Ski season, snowmobile season, work-in-the-shop season.
This time of year I lament the passing of “The Seeing Season”.
From mid-October until mid-May, we can see farther and wider than any other time of year, as all the deciduous trees have dropped their leaves. Walking the trail, we can see through the denuded trees, see the geese on Maggie’s pond. See the turkeys beyond the hedgerow.
There’s a thrill to see leaves returning. Green and blue, earth and sky, my favorite colors.
Still, I enjoy the half-year known as “Seeing Season”. From bird-watching to hunting to just-plain-being-able-to-see-through-the-trees, it’s an improved field of view.
It seems the fall, winter, and early spring lend themselves to an appreciation of the surroundings. Less involved activities leave us more time for contemplation. When we think we’re going to contract cabin fever, a little time in the great wide open will have you feeling better quickly. (Sometimes you are required to feel better quickly so we can get in, and out of the cold!)
It’s a good time now, really, to have the flora grow thickly, as we are distracted by so many things immediately before us.
Now it’s time for boating season, and fishing in waders! We can walk the trail with tiny grandchildren without fear of their freezing.
We can dig out the pile of camping gear and get ready for the next set of seasons.
And when we get that thunderstorm in camp, we’ll be glad for every leaf above us.
Take care and keep in touch,