I’ve lived in North Dakota {aka Practically Canada} for more than a year now. And in that amount of time I’ve learned some things. Most of what I’ve learned has had to do with coping with seasons. Particularly winter. Go figure. One thing in particular that I’ve learned about winter is that it follows what folks up here refer to as “fall.” Now, I put that in quotations because it’s almost not even a season up here. Yes, it does exist, but only briefly. The leaves change from green to red. But here the red is a warning.
As in “Red Alert…Winter is nearly here.”
So you can image how my hear sank when I looked out my window a few days ago and saw this:
Because here in Practically Canada, we don’t just see pretty leaves. We see this:
While the rest of America thinks about fall and pictures this:
Fun and games at the fall festival
Our mind fills with thoughts of this looming over us.
You see this.
We imagine this.
You look forward to this moment.
We know this moment is coming.
So please, summer. I’m begging you. Stay a while longer. And Fall, take your time. There’s no rush. And Winter…don’t be such a jerk. Just because you stick around for 8 months of the year doesn’t mean you are the favorite. It only makes you seem vain.
