Seasons

Some of my coworkers and I were talking today about how quickly this year is going by since, after all, the first week of February is already over. Someone said that they wondered what happened to December and January.  I wonder what happened to 2000 and all of the years since.

I’ve always heard that time goes faster as you get older, but I didn’t think it would go this quickly.  I feel like a new year starts and then it’s over before I know it.  No matter how good my intentions are to squeeze every bit of time that I possibly can from my days, and I do think I do a pretty good job of it, they still fly by.  Sometimes I feel like I’m in one of those old cartoons where there’s a wall calender with individual pages for each day…. and they’re flying off, page after page, to show the passage of time.

I got home from work tonight and decided to browse through some old pictures.  Jack and I had a lot of company last summer and it’s nice to look at the photos and remember the good times we had with our kids and grand kids.  It’s also nice and refreshing to see other summer pictures, like some of my brightly colored flowers and a hummingbird moth that decided he liked our deck.  Well, he probably didn’t really care much about the deck, but he definitely did like the flowers that were on it.  

I love winter, but I also love summer.  For that matter, spring and fall are right up there in my favorites, too.  Every season has something good and unique about it that the other seasons don’t offer.  While I am looking forward to this summer, I’ll regret that winter passed so quickly and that the time, once again, flew by.

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