Last night, we got heavy rains. Whatever little snow we had is now melted away, and we’re once again back to the drab, brownish-grey colour that has ruled most of this strange winter.
This led me to think about how we evolve as humans …not only do we mature [hopefully], but also our tastes in things changes — at least for me.
When I was young I was a Summer person, big time. The beach … getting a suntan, that’s what summer was all about for me when I was … let’s say, fifteen through twenty five. What cured me from that wasn’t only the reports about malignant melanoma, but a secretary at work! She was much older than I, she was obsessed with suntan and dieting so she was very skinny. They had a cabin up in the mountains, where she went with her family, skiing in the winter. When she came back after one of those sessions, she was so tanned, she looked like a raisin in her face. All her wrinkles from pursing her mouth in disgust … she often did that …became much more visible. Besides, as I grew older, I had less patience for lying on a beach.
Autumn has become my time of year, even though I enjoy all seasons in their own way. The air, the colours … the freshness of a September day … nothing beats that in my books, and then Winter isn’t far off … normally. This time it was a non-event here. The days we’ve had snow, I could almost count on my ten fingers.
So this evening I thought about how it was once again grey and brown … but then Mother Nature decided to show off her own colour scheme!