Last Snow

I suspect the little bit of snow from this morning was probably the last reasonable snow of the year (and it wasn't really that reasonable).  When I went out for the paper there was still a tiny, tiny bit of snow falling, but not much.  Still, enjoyable for what it was.

I am glad I live in a place that has seasons.  In the summer, when I am so hot I can't possibly be any hotter, I look forward to the nice crisp snap of fall.  In fall, when it gets rainy and miserable, I look forward to the bright snow, and being inside and looking out at the cold.  In the winter, when it's not snowing, and it's not going to snow (like now), I can't wait for the first warm breezes of srping, and I miss the trees being green.  And once it's spring, which is also rainy and miserable (like fall, but with a different color scheme), I want it to be properly hot and sunny for a change.  Rinse, and repeat.  I think that description sounds like I am never satisfied, but actually, I am always in pleasant anticipation.

I've only been to California once, and south Florida once, and both places were indeed lovely, but I don't know if I'd want it to be like that every day.  Proper seasons give you something to apprecate; good weather gets taken for granted.  Better to be aware.

In other news: I shut Otto on the porch for five hours the other night by accident; I only realized it was there when I was heading to bed and I couldn't find him.  His feet were cold and he was cross with me, but he was fine.  Butters is getting darker for summer already; I suppose they get ready for the seasons in their own way.  I had both a dental and an eye appointment last week; everything is fine in general, but I have many unhappy returns to the dentist to look forward to.