Friday, January 16, 2009

Winter

I like a country with distinct seasons. I really do. Britain doesn't have seasons, not really. It doesn't have enough weather to have seasons: cloudy-cloudy-cloudy-rain-rain-cloudy-SUNohwaityoumissedit-rain-cloudy.
One thing I will say for it, however: gotta love a country where the grass doesn't die.






4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Mom liked your description of the weather patterns!

El Almirante said...

I love seasons, dear Wiggle. That's what I loved most about Colorado (aside from the mountains of course) seasons there were always well defined. What I hated most about living in Florida was there were NO seasons to speak of. The only seasons to speak of were Way Too Hot and Tolerable to be Outside. I remember when I first moved here to South Carolina I was writing about seasons and Aldarion said he could tell I missed seeing seasons.

El Almirante said...

Oh! And most of the grass stays green all year here too.

Anonymous said...

Wales was wonderful :) No trapping turtles in the Trossachs! High minded piano pullers would never lower themselves thus. Say hi to da Capitan for me. Have fun XD