The seasons are changing. I’m not one that merely ‘survives’ winter, I relish it. Winter is a wonderful time of year, full of snow and the snow sports that require it. Like summer and fall, the character of the season is best looked at with optimism—take advantage of the fruits of the season, for they go away before you know it.

But it’s now approaching the time when I start to yearn for ‘the next season.’ Now it’s not spring that I look forward to. Spring is the season of mud and rain. It reminds me of all the things about wetter Washington that I moved away from. But Spring means “summer is coming” and Summer, now summer is special.

Today, I came this close to insuring the MG. I was bummed that Headwaters trail has snow on it. I was wishing that it was 50°, not 40°. Today, I didn’t want a fine winter day. I wanted a fine late spring/early summer day.

This is a difficult time of year for me, as winter recedes but summer has yet to start. I want the weather to choose a path. Either stick with Winter, or move on to Summer. This middle ground is for the birds.