Last night the kids and I took the garbage and recycling out to the curb around sunset. It was around 87 degrees out and humid, the kind of weather that makes you instantly feel sweaty and sticky. The kids thought it felt great and wanted to ride bikes and play. I was checking how our plant were doing after finally getting some rain when Talmage came up to me and asked "Is it Winter?". The poor child is going to grow up so confused about seasons. He saw that some of our plants that do better in the winter were making a come back after temperatures finally dipped below 100 everyday. So he assumed it must be winter. I try to explain season's down here to the kids but they all blend together. Spring is hot, summer is deathly hot, fall is humid and hot, and winter is warm. Now I'm exaggerating a bit but in truth we have flowers of one kind or another year round so it is hard to distinguish one season from the next.
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You guys really need to come for Christmas one of these years, for a white Christmas so the kids can see what winter really is!
My kids are confused too because one day it will be 80 degrees, but the leaves are falling so they'll be singing, "It's autumn time." The next day, like today, we have snow on the ground, so all of a sudden it's winter. Where did Fall go? Same thing happens in Spring. Winter likes to show itself periodically throughout the year.
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