The Changing Seasons

Winter is sure tough on me!  The cold, the snow, the wind, and the darkness all take their toll.  People say they enjoy living in North Dakota because we get all four seasons, and that is certainly true, but boy do we get extremes!

Think about it; a season should be a quarter of a year, or three months.  Three months ago was August 22.  I was busy trying to get in my last long run before the Bismarck Marathon.  It was promising to be too hot to run in the afternoon, so I started early in the morning.  The sun was shining, and the wind was minimal.  The trees were green, and as I made my way out of town, I could hear birds singing and could smell the scent of cut clover.  It got warm out, and as I headed back home, I bought a second Gatorade, finished it, and then bought a bottle of water.  Sweat was running down my back, and I contemplated taking my shirt off, but decided against it for the sake of decency.  All in all, it was a beautiful August Saturday.

Two days later, on Monday, I came out to my pickup after work, and found it melting in the parking lot.  The sun still beat down on the black asphalt at 5PM, and the heat from the cab hit me like a wall as I opened the door.  I lowered the windows and drove home with my arm hanging out.  I made supper on the grill, and did up the dishes before I headed outside for the evening.  I picked cucumbers, mowed the lawn, and finished the day by watering the tomatoes while I stood bare footed in the grass, a beer in my hand, and the setting sun on my back.

Tonight, I came out of work at 5PM and found it pitch black.  It was snowing hard and the wind was blowing.  I brushed the snow off the hood and waited for the defrost fan to clear the windshield before I crept home in the storm; huddling in front of the heater for warmth.  I made a hot dish on the stove top, changed clothes, put on my slippers, and ate supper at the table with a blanket around my shoulders.  I’m now sitting in my recliner covered with two blankets, typing this blog while I wonder if going to bed at 8:00 is too early.

Yes only three months have passed, but it seems like an eternity!  It not only feels like a different season; it’s like I’m living in a different world altogether.  Winter is sure tough on me!

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One Response to The Changing Seasons

  1. We live in a land of EXTREMES…..thanks for the hot August memories. I do NOT think that going to bed at 8 pm is extreme at all……when it has already been dark for 3 hours I am ready to hibernate and it will get worse in December….like wanting to go to bed at 6 pm.
    B.Gal

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