The seasons of my life. Kitosdad.

[Kitosdad]

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Only today someone asked my age, and I replied :- 283 seasons, as that is how I prefer to think of my life, in seasons. Far nicer than saying, " 71 next birthday. "

For me the Spring heralds the start of a new beginning. The budding of the many beautiful trees and hedgerows that populate my local area. The foraging of Magpies for material to refurbish last years nest, or even to build a new one, complete with roof.!!

The little children, beginning to cast off their heavy Winter clothing, and to wearing more comfortable clothes,the better to play in at break-time.

The promise of sunshine and warmth, and longer, lighter days. Time to spend in the garden, just enjoying the things that surround me.

The Summer brings even greater joys for all, even the noisy builders, who now have the opportunity to find work which has eluded them in the colder, darker months.

The buzz of the lawn-mowers trying to keep abreast of the ever-increasing growth that the sunshine brings to the grass, and now, the trees bursting into full bloom to afford welcome shade on the hotter days.

Children in light Summer clothing, expending their energies cycling, running and generally enjoying all that Summer really means. The days are long and wonderful.

September brings with it the Autumn. A time for the leaves to turn to a blaze of gold, and for folk to start talking about Xmas and all the problems that accompany it.
A time for the heavier clothing to be brought forward for duty once again, and for the nights to start darkening.The temperature begins to slowly fall, and the days seem so much longer that they did in Summertime.

Eventually Winter is upon us once more, and the trees, now bereft of their leaves,
have only a mantel of snow to look forward to. But don't they look majestic when they are so covered, and just to stand and admire their beauty in the stillness that usually follows a heavy fall of snow, is a fantastic experience.

The children, now bedecked in their warm anoraks, wellington boots , scarves and gloves are a picture unto themselves, with their little red noses and cheeks peeking out of their anorak hoods. Now restricted to their warm classrooms they must wait, as we all must, for the coming of the next Spring.

So, the next time someone asks you your age, then just tell them, lest they look at you as though you are a some kind of a fool, as many do me. I don't really give a damn, I'm too old to care.

Kitosdad.
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[Vetty]

Dear Kitostad
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maybe you like " A Word for Autumn" by A. A. Milne, it's one of my favourite seasonal descriptions, the inevitability of autumn , the sadness, the grief and the acceptance .

[Kitosdad]

Good morning Vetty. Many thanks for reminding me of this.

Yet, I can face the winter with calm. I suppose I had forgotten what it was really like. I had been thinking of the winter as a horrid wet, dreary time fit only for professional football. Now I can see other things—crisp and sparkling days, long pleasant evenings, cheery fires. Good work shall be done this winter. Life shall be lived well. The end of the summer is not the end of the world. Here’s to October—and, waiter, some more celery.
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[Vetty]

Dear Kitosdad
I am very much impressed with your memory and glad there are people sharing my likes so far away from my land. Can I ask a stupid and maybe too personal question?
What was the way you have found this Milne's piece? Do people in your country study it at schools or elsewhere as something required or is it your personal preference?
And back to the topic, this is something I also like http://www.geocities.com/scythian_dead/translations/romanfri.htm/ though the poem is much better in Russian. The mood is similar to yours, to my mind.

[Kitosdad]

Hello Vetty, sorry for the delay in replying.

My Grandchildren used to just love me to read to them at bedtime.

Toad of Toad Hall was their favourite, and then of course we moved on to Winnie the Pooh.

I remembered A.A. Milne when you mentioned his name, and the quote above didn't come from my memory but by courtesy of Google I'm ashamed to admit.

The guy had a terrible life in his later years, but he did write some great plays.

Kitosdad.
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[Vetty]

Hi Kitosdad, intresting that I was also reading a bedtime Winnie the Pooh yesterday to my son. Though it was probably the 5th time in his 5 years, and he reads very well
himself, he insisted on my reading exactly the book. I wanted him to read the Paddington Bear and he replied, aha, mum, about another bear, please.

[Prezbucky]

KD, you've reminded me of one of my favorite musical works, Vivaldi's "Four Seasons".
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