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Friday, 21 March 2003
Spring

Moira writes about spring in the diametrically opposite corner of the United States. It sounds wonderful.

And quite different from what it is here. It felt like it was at least in the low eighties at one point this morning, before the rains came. The air conditioning and the ceiling fans are on as I write this tonight, just so it'll be cool enough for Karen to get to sleep.*

I do miss the seasons. The autumnal foliage of New England aside, there's just something about the crisp fall air, and the feeling of new life returning to the earth in the spring, that I just don't get down here. I don't miss winter one bit, though; upon moving down here, I threw away my snow shovel and ice scraper with no regrets.

* I, on the other hand, will be sleeping with at least two heavy quilts on my side of the bed. I grew up sleeping in a heated waterbed, which habit I continued until Karen and I moved in together, and over the years had gradually increased the heater's setting until it could be increased no further. As a result, I now have a difficult time sleeping unless I'm genuinely hot.

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It's raining now. Right now. It's been raining all day. There's a tree right outside our window, so occasionally the wind will blow all the rain that has gathered in the tree right against the window, and it sounds like the rain's trying to get in.
Posted by Moira on 22 Mar 2003 01:18
depessing fact: having lived in Florida all my life, I have never ever seeen Autumn leaves on a tree. I have seen dead leaves on the ground and green leaves rotting in mud, but never a true Autumn which is ironic because it is my fave season.

Sid
Posted by Sid on 23 Mar 2003 12:20
Sid, we've got to get you up North in the fall. Maybe Salem, Mass.?
Posted by Lunchbox on 25 Mar 2003 10:54
Is that like asking a Jew if she wants to go visit Auschwitz?

Posted by Godfrey on 25 Mar 2003 11:00