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We have, by my calculations, thirty-five days till spring gets here.

It can’t come soon enough.

Spring and fall are, for me, the best seasons: we usually get more sun than in summer, and it’s not so rainy.

I used to like to go on vacation in the Fall; September usually: hotel rooms are cheaper, and it’s off-season, so there are fewer tourists. You also don’t have the heat of summer to contend with.

Winter is another thing altogether. It gets dark here before 4 p.m. in the depths of it, and it’s not properly light again till about 9 a.m.

Still, as John Steinbeck said: “What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”