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The Seasons

What is your favorite season, and why?

I love two seasons:  spring, and summer.  Christmas too, but that's thinking outside the box.

I love spring because it signals the end of winter.  There is a brief week where everything is a kelly green color; I guess the new leaves come out that way.  Too, the flowers are always spectacular.

I love summer, because I love heat.  Not sunshine per say, but heat.

Picture this:  you've been outside, shoveling, moving dirt, carrying water for hours.  Your clothes have soaked up sweat, and then its dried, and you are sweating some more.  The salt is caked on your skin.

Or, just run a marathon.  It's the same feeling.

That's the feeling that I love.  When I'm allowed to be sweaty and hot and gross, and I AM sweaty and hot and gross.

I don't get that feeling much anymore since my weak back won't allow for hard labor, nor for any more marathons.

However, it's my favorite feeling.

I even like humidity.  As long as I don't have to move.  I don't mind the sticky feeling, nor do I mind if my clothes are soaked through.  I have hair that frizzes easily, and humidity above 50% only encourages its rowdiness.  Enough said.

I dread the winter.  I get tired of the cold.

Even the fall worries me.  I get up in the morning, and I need a jacket before I can head out to the car.

But wait....that's not such a bad thing.

Fall's one redeeming feature in my mind is the clothing.  I have a uniform--corduroy pants, turtleneck, and fleece jacket.  If it's a dressy occasion, pitch the fleece and add denim.  With a scarf.  Oh, and clogs.  I can't forget my beloved clogs.

After a summer of seeing my flabby arms, and my pasty white skin, and feeling like nothing looks good on me, and everything only emphasizes my rather large build, I'm glad to put on something slimming and feel like I've lost at least a pound.

(I wrote this for Barbara, my Asian friend who says she's "fat" at a size two and who is always cold.  I love you, Barbara!)

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  1. When I saw the start of this post, I immediately thought fall. Or autumn, call it what you lie. I LOVE the weather that accompanies fall. For me there is a distinct feel this time of year. The best way for me to describe it? College football weather. On Saturday, I went to watch General Conference with a couple of my friends. One of them is from Utah, and I recently discovered that she is an avid college football fan. We support different teams (Go Blue all the way for me, for her it's the Texas Longhorns), but we both commented to one another that it totally felt like college football weather. You know, where the air is a little nippy, but if you're wearing a hoodie then you're good? And the clouds are grey, but you know it's not going to rain? The wind is blowing just enough to know it's there, but not too much to be annoying. It's the perfect day to go inside, watch a college football game, and then go outside to throw a football, or in our family, a Frisbee. With the college football feeling comes the knowledge that Halloween is just around the corner, WOOT WOOT! I LOVE autumn for the college football feeling, and I revel in the few weeks that I can enjoy it before it turns to the cold of winter.

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