Feeling kind of weird about the seasons around here, now that October is ending. Like, how is it fair that the green and growing world only gets so much of the year? From May to mid-October is little more than five months, and in early May the leaves are still budding out, so half of May barely counts. Why don't the buds appear faster in April? April is such a brown season. April procrastinates.
I don't know. Maybe my mind is mixed up because whenever I see a summer landscape in a book or on a TV show, it's not specifically called summer, it's just presented as the normal state of things.
At least until the Christmas episode rolls around. Then all the snow falls at once.