Summer is by far my favorite season! The warm sun beating down on my skin, swimming in pools, crashing waves on my skin, digging my feat into hot sand while I actually manage to have the quieted mind I need to read a book. So as nature would have it, Winter is by far my least favorite season. I hate being cold, which I constantly am, and there are only two good things I can think of during Winter- Christmas ( all though that's got drawbacks too) and Disney World trips. That is just not enough (Last year there was three- baby Thomas finally made his debut but even so.)
Between the two comes the most aromatic season, and possibly aesthetically pleasing Autumn. At time I get to that dark place where I see it as little more than the slow death of another Summer but, when not wishing to hibernate, I do tend to enjoy some of what the season has to offer and one of the best parts is apple pie, I mean picking.
Here I feed Goate, this billy that I used to know
Between the two comes the most aromatic season, and possibly aesthetically pleasing Autumn. At time I get to that dark place where I see it as little more than the slow death of another Summer but, when not wishing to hibernate, I do tend to enjoy some of what the season has to offer and one of the best parts is apple pie, I mean picking.
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