‘Tis The Season?

The poetry of earth is never dead.”  – John Keats

As we begin our yearly routine of flirting with open windows, moving cushions back to our patio furniture, grocery shopping with grill friendly meals on our list, and all the other yearly activities associated with the welcoming of spring, I’m sad to see winter go.  I thought about this last night as we are a few weeks into our nightly walks up the hill and back.

Growing up in the southwest, the seasons were blurred. Although the desert has a beauty of its own any time of year, I don’t think I ever had a real appreciation for seasons like I do now living in the northeast. Maybe I just never noticed Arizona seasons. Or maybe I’ve just grown and would have a newfound appreciation should I ever find myself living there again.

But here, in the now, I am enjoying seasons. All of them. Including winter.

Each year I listen to so many people complain about the cold or the snow. Maybe it’s still novel to me but I embrace it. Yes, there is a beauty to snow but there is also a beauty to everything it brings. The beauty of a cardinal and how it stands out against a backdrop of snow. I never saw a cardinal in Arizona. I take that back, I did. On the football field.


Winter is the welcome sound of chickadees when I take the dogs out to do their business in the yard. Winter is warmth from a fire or heater. Or maybe a kitchen after baking seasonal deserts.  Winter is the flashing lights spraying my bedroom ceiling at 5:30 in the morning, immediately followed by a beeping alarm as the snow plow  backs up in front of my house. Winter is family and cabin fever, binge reading and binge television series watching. Winter is extra blankets, extra clothes, extra time for the car to warm up. Winter is the hope for a snow day that I never get at work but my kids happily except when we get the pre-alarm, recorded call from their school (which still makes me wonder which school official is getting up at 4:00 to decide this). Winter is Christmas songs, cheesy Hallmark movies, and the twinkle of lights seen in three different rooms as they make bank shots off a mirror in the middle of our living room.  Winter is so much. And I’ll miss it.

But now we have spring and I’m excited all over again, like I will be in summer, and of course in the fall. This excitement never ends and with each new season I find one more sound, or one more memory association to file away with that season.

‘Tis the season? ‘Tis always the season.

Grasshoppers and crickets. Keats was on to something.


photos courtesy of me and Pixabay



  1. floridaborne

    Isn’t it strange how we start cleaning windows and getting ready for spring the moment winter is half-way out the door. 🙂

    I grew up in South Florida and then moved to Minnesota, then Wisconsin. Talk about culture shock…

    Never did get used to the cold, even after 9 years .

    • W.C. Cunningham

      I actually learned spring cleaning in Wisconsin! I grew up in Arizona, moved to Wisconsin for a short stint, back to Arizona, and now in NY. Culture shock for both NY and Wisconsin are an understatement but, when in Rome…

      What did I learn in Wisconsin? Brauts, beer, cheese curds, beer, fish fry, beer, Packers, beer, festivals for everything, and more beer (I seriously loved it all though).

      • floridaborne

        Yep. Brauts and giant beer mugs. Those 2 things saved my sanity the first few years. 🙂

  2. Joy

    Living in California where we have two seasons (November -February is “chilly” and March to October is “nice to scorching”) I long for a place that has real seasons. I’m sure when the kids are out of the house or at least when the middle one is out of the house, we will move to a place where things have a natural rhythm….

    • W.C. Cunningham

      I use to feel that way in Arizona too. 330 plus days of sunshine can be overrated.

  3. Tara

    A lovely post. And I agree wholeheartedly. 🙂

    • W.C. Cunningham

      And it’s rumored I just might get one last taste of winter tonight… 🙂

  4. Vashti Quiroz-Vega

    I grew up in New York City and I remember the different seasons fondly. I now live in south Florida and I do miss the changing leaves of autumn and the snow. 🙂 Nice post.

    • W.C. Cunningham

      Going from cold weather to warm weather seems to be more of the norm. My decision to do the opposite seemed odd to most of my friends but so far so good. Florida is on my bucket list btw… just because 🙂

  5. authorstephanieparkermckean

    Thank you for this beautiful post! You almost made me appreciate winter! My dream is to retire in the Arizona desert. For now, I’m stuck in Scotland where the winter never goes away…although flowers do somehow find warmth to bloom and birds do build nests. But you are right; every season has its own beauty and we should have an attitude of gratitude. After all, God made winter & summer and He must have had a good reason!

    • W.C. Cunningham

      You’re welcome and thank you for reading! I loved growing up in Arizona and feel it will call be back when it is time to retire. Scotland is a country I want to visit along with Ireland. The closest I came was working for a week in a small village a few hours north of London.

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