I like to behold the budding of bushes and branches as they prepare to bring to us their beautiful roses, shady limbs, and leaves.
I like to hear the sounds of creeks, dams, ditches, lakes, ponds, and watersheds shouting in early Spring, as they welcome the inflow of waters rushing from the mountains and hills, after a long winter’s snow fall.
I like the Summer’s offerings of water slides, watermelons, and other cool foods.
I like swimming pools, cold drinks, backyard barbecues, and soothing night breezes after a hot summer day.
I like the beauty of the Fall Season beckoning and bidding me to shift into the lower gears of life, calming me after a long hot summer, causing me to enjoy the gold coloration of trees, and teaching me the value of constant change.
I like Old Man Winter which slows me down, shows me how hard, cold, and solid is the ground on which I stand. Old Man Winter sometimes stops me dead in my tracks, reminding me that it’s OK, and I need not fear if I freeze, because, come spring time, I will rise again. He lets me know that I will thaw, and flow like melting snow, filling rivers and reservoirs.