Since I live in Az. winter is the best time of the year. The weather is usually lovely, and I am happy to live in a resort place where others come and pay to escape the cold. Then, of course, there are the summers, about which it has been said "even Satan won’t vacation here."
I have spent time in Chicago in all the seasons, and the Fall is beautiful! Thier winters are brutal though, and I learned the first time about being crazy enough to stand on Lake Michigan at night in February! Not sure I have ever felt a wind so cold, and cut so fast through the chest. :-)
One year I flew in there on Sunday to clear weather, Monday a blizzard, Tuesday clear, Wednesday a blizzard and clear on Thursday and flew back out. They do know how to keep thier roadways clear, but the patio furniture being used as parking spot markers was a bit strange :-) Spring out on the lake there is beautiful!
Linda, if you owned a home in a neighborhood where you needed to park on the street, after spending one winter there you would understand why people save their shoveled parking spots with anything they can find. That wouldn’t happen where there are apartments or in business areas, but it does happen on residential streets in front of single family homes.
Chicago weather is not for the faint hearted, but you never get bored! And when the weather hits it just right, it is gorgeous.
"Chicago weather is not for the faint hearted, but you never get bored!" LOL, boy is that the truth, but I’d extend the statement to the entire state of Illinois! I lived in Central Illinois for about 4 years (20+ years ago) and the weather was always one extreme or the other.
I’ve often said that the wind and cold there were the fiercest that I’ve ever endured. The wind doesn’t just hit you, it goes through you and it’s so damp, it chills you to the bone. I must be "faint-hearted" because I’ll never live there again… at least not in winter! (But it’s a great place to visit!)
Right, Chicago maintenance employees who drive snow plows do NOT plow side streets in Chicago, I remember the huge snow storm around 1964??? - took five hours to get home from the Ravenswood station when normally it took 15 minutes, tops. Snow in back yard was above our heads - I struggled down Keeler Avenue with our old Volkswagen Beetle and deliberately plowed into the snow bank in front of the house. It was there for a month. We walked all the way to the Ravenswood station for several days until the buses began running again. It was so beautiful and so quiet the morning after the storm. People were helping each other out - helping one another get "unstuck" - talking to each other - it was lovely and though the walk to the station four miles away was lumpy and slippery, we were young and healthy and enjoyed it. Nice memory.
The change of seasons is the time of greatest beauty in our country with autumn leading the parade of color always. It is a time to visit Colorado when the quaking aspens that cover the mountainsides have turn to the most stunning shade of yellow, and the first snows in higher altitude have colored the mountain tops with the first flakes of white. It is here that the skies take on that incredible blue, the trails are inviting, and the promise of the appearance of elk and deer in unlikely places always comes true. What does this combination do? It lifts the spirits high. . . and allows us to glory in the nature, forgetting for a little while the problems of the world, as we glory in togetherness alone.
We all need change, and few would argue that renewal of the spirit is always welcome. Autumn in all of its glory … it would be hard to match. For it is then that all seems right with the world.
Hands down, autumn. I’m not a big fan of summer and autumn brings a much-needed break from the heat. As a child, I always looked forward to the beginning of a new school year and so I guess I associate autumn with fresh, new beginnings. And then, there is the change in the leaves, which is something I really miss about not living in the US. Nothing beats that foliage. I love wearing sweaters and jeans and the crisp bite of the morning air and the warm, hearty foods that are associated with colder weather. I’m in the middle of a heat wave with temperatures ranging between 95 and 105. Oh what I wouldn’t give to go traipsing through the leaves and the chill!
Living in New England, it is a tossup between spring and fall, but I went with spring because there is always so much hope and future in that season. After the seige of winter, there are months ahead of good weather.
Ahhhh, yes, EKA - especially the end of the first week in October headed North out of Boston! I still cherish the trays of slides I have from those trips (breaks from studies and work), and can still imagine the crisp, humid air that forced the leaves to emit the scent they built up during the color changes as they stuggled to "hold on" as cold approached. Lovely.
Let’s meet at an Inn for supper sometime. (don’t I wish!)
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Linda, if you owned a home in a neighborhood where you needed to park on the street, after spending one winter there you would understand why people save their shoveled parking spots with anything they can find. That wouldn’t happen where there are apartments or in business areas, but it does happen on residential streets in front of single family homes.
Chicago weather is not for the faint hearted, but you never get bored! And when the weather hits it just right, it is gorgeous.
"Chicago weather is not for the faint hearted, but you never get bored!" LOL, boy is that the truth, but I’d extend the statement to the entire state of Illinois! I lived in Central Illinois for about 4 years (20+ years ago) and the weather was always one extreme or the other.
I’ve often said that the wind and cold there were the fiercest that I’ve ever endured. The wind doesn’t just hit you, it goes through you and it’s so damp, it chills you to the bone. I must be "faint-hearted" because I’ll never live there again… at least not in winter! (But it’s a great place to visit!)
The change of seasons is the time of greatest beauty in our country with autumn leading the parade of color always. It is a time to visit Colorado when the quaking aspens that cover the mountainsides have turn to the most stunning shade of yellow, and the first snows in higher altitude have colored the mountain tops with the first flakes of white. It is here that the skies take on that incredible blue, the trails are inviting, and the promise of the appearance of elk and deer in unlikely places always comes true. What does this combination do? It lifts the spirits high. . . and allows us to glory in the nature, forgetting for a little while the problems of the world, as we glory in togetherness alone.
We all need change, and few would argue that renewal of the spirit is always welcome. Autumn in all of its glory … it would be hard to match. For it is then that all seems right with the world.
Marjorie, what’s the saying … In New England if you don’t like the weather - wait a minute. So true, we get almost exactly 3 months of each season.
I do love spring, but autumn in New England is really something special and glorious.
Ahhhh, yes, EKA - especially the end of the first week in October headed North out of Boston! I still cherish the trays of slides I have from those trips (breaks from studies and work), and can still imagine the crisp, humid air that forced the leaves to emit the scent they built up during the color changes as they stuggled to "hold on" as cold approached. Lovely.
Let’s meet at an Inn for supper sometime. (don’t I wish!)