I miss them both. Here in Orlando we have two seasons, wet and dry also known as bearable and unbearable. Luckily, we are now going into bearable. I spent several weeks of spring elsewhere this year and loved it. Now that football is here, I am thinking about all the glorious joys of fall, which I will not experience. Fires, crisp mornings, snuggle-under-the-covers nights, crunchy leaves.
Sigh.
I miss the normal four seasons. I like them all and I like that they change.
Hey, Charlie! BTW, For the first three years I lived here I could not even do Christmas. Last year, I did my decorating (still no tree—except my potted Norfolk pine that I can bring in a few days) this past year in blue and silver (and it was minimal). It still seems an abomination to do the traditional red and green. My ornament collections awaits my return to a “normal” place.