And here is another of the logos designed by Dawn.
At least that is the case for those of us in a temperate climate that has changes. I spent several years, more than a decade, of my life in less changeable subtropic climates. In the deepest part of winter, the cold settled in, but the days would warm up for the most part. Hawaii was the warmest year round climate we lived in and I can remember seeing the fine misty rain in December driving in my car with the air conditioning on full blast and imagining that it was snow.
Moving back to the Midwest was weather shock. Our son, in particular had never lived in a cold climate and took time before he could reconcile to the idea of wearing long pants. I loved returning to a change of seasons. Winter is a season I complain and complain about, but when I didn't have it, I really missed it. It was hard to be oriented to what the date was when the weather didn't change.
This year has been a strange one. Last winter we had a northern winter with lots of storms and snow and ice. This year, although the squirrels built their nests high in the tree, predicting lots of snow according to the Farmer's Almanac, it hasn't snowed much. Less than 6 inches all winter according to the meteorologists. We took zero snow days.
By late February, the chance of snow isn't gone. I remember some record snows in March. The great thing about the late snows is--the snow doesn't stick around. It is here today and gone tomorrow. And that is okay by me. I like the temperate climate, but one year with almost no winter is fine by me. A gift from the Lord.

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Living in Houston for 10 years has broken my heart. I miss the seasons so much. My hubby likes not having to shovel but I miss the snow almost as much as I miss te leaves. I ache for it and get depressed around March or April. The heat sets in and knowing that it will last through September is oppresive.
Houston weather is completely oppressive. Even if just for the humidity.
It was hard to be oriented to what the date was when the weather didn't change.
You know we moved to near-Seattle from TX last year. Your remark is so true here, even on a daily basis. It's often that 8 AM looks like 1 PM looks like 4 PM: gray. I just have to live by the clock because when I used to wait for the sun to come out and give me a visual clue that the day was progressing, it would be 10:30 in the morning already before I realized it wasn't still 8 o'clock.
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