I love spring. I love watching things come alive and feeling sunshine everyday. I especially love the cherry blossoms that suddenly appear (usually at the beginning of April) and then are everywhere. The green that creeps up the mountains and the general warmth of the days just makes me so happy!
I also love autumn, though. The gradual cooling of the days and the brilliant colors of the leaves bring me so much satisfaction and peace. The sky always seems a more saturated blue in October, the air more crisp. Autumn brings back memories of Pittsburgh and falling in love with the East.
And there's the coziness of snow in the winter - the clean blanket, the crisp detailing on the bare branches, the extra bright stars at night. My favorite sight is watching thick, lazy snowflakes fall with the softest crunch and feeling the stillness of the earth in the air. Besides, winter also means family and holidays and joyful sharing and giving.
But then there's summer. I don't like the dry heat of the summer months (especially not this year) but there is absolutely nothing that compares to summer evenings in Utah. The golden light, the gentle warmth, the way time seems to stretch on and on, the sound of lawn mowers, the gorgeous sunsets. Summer evenings are just inviting, peaceful, ready to be played with or strolled with or simply enjoyed. Maybe it's the promise of summer vacation in the air that makes them so magical, or maybe it's just the extra daylight. Whatever it is, I love it.
Someone asked me a few weeks ago what my favorite season was, and I just couldn't pick. Each one holds something so precious and so different from the other seasons. And between the joyful, blissful, beautiful moments, there are the days/weeks/months that feel monotonous. A single favorite? Not for me. Favorite pieces? Oh yes, every day of the year.
