I love the change of the seasons here in the UK, I would not really want to live anywhere where it was the same all year round. There is something about the change that I like, each bringing with it something new. Fall, the colors, the cooler weather after summer. Winter the crisper air, wearing the big coats, sitting by a log fire. The rebirth of Spring and the start of a new growing season, the colors the smells. Onto summer and the warmth, freedom to be out in a t-shirt not to be thinking about coats. Out in the garden and communing with nature.
I always think it is good to show some of the seasonal minutiae in literature, not as the main feature of the story, but it does make for an interesting pattern in the backdrop. I think those kinds of added details give depth to a story in the same way that getting a deep point of view does to the characters.
Tonight I will be tucked up warm near my log burner, thinking of the next story.
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