Four Seasons
In Buffalo, New York we experience the four seasons.
Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter.
Each season tells a story if you're willing to listen.
Spring:
Spring is a bit late to arrive this year. We are starting to see a glorious transition. Stark trees, gnarly bushes, and endless rains are beginning to evolve into new life in this part of the state. Emerald greens are dotting all the trees, new budding growth is wrestling through loamy soil, even the birdsong seems extremely jovially.
This time of year is when my writing begins to lag because I crave for the fresh new air and sounds of the pending summer months.
Summer:
Ahhh...summer is shorter here. And my stories seem to sizzle and evaporate beneath the blazing sunshine.
Time for puttering in the gardens which suffer greatly during winter and spring. And I wonder why we put so my work into these flower beds year after year. It's time for long walks, family picnics, vacations, boating, water skiing, swimming, hiking, camping, taking children to the playgrounds, lots of giggling and laughter.
Fall:
My favorite season. And when I hope a new story just might pop out of my head and begin to take shape.
The beauty of changing leaves, the musky scents, our local cider mill spreads its delicious scents that has us enjoying homemade doughnuts, apple cider, and all the goodies they have to offer. Also, when we put our gardens to rest for the upcoming season of...
Winter:
I do love the beauty of winter. The first snowfall, the brisk air that stings our cheeks. Hot cocoa, hearty meals, time for baking sweet cookies...etc. Snowball fights, sledding, building snowmen, ice skating, smiling ear to ear watching children playing in the white fluffy stuff.
It's the snow filled days when I tend to concentrate on my writing. Those blizzards that keep us sequestered in our homes allows characters to jump onto the pages and begins to develop into a semblance of a story. Since I'm a total pantser, that's when the fun and the agony begins.
Do you have a favorite season when your stories take shape?
3 comments:
Winter! Christmas and it's cooler.
Usually winter, because it's snowy out and I don't have yard work.
I love seasons when my garden is in full growth, but fall and winter are chilly and beautiful.
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