Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
– Robert Browning
I am royally sick of living in the American West! Just when I figure out what on earth the weather is doing, WHOMP! We get slapped with a snow storm, dust and pollution atmospheric covering, heat wave, cold front, or some really horrid combination of the four. I am so tired of pulling out sweaters and coats after packing them away (again). I am thoroughly over days and days of climbing temperatures, only to wake up having to scrape snow off the car.
Living in the West seems to equal extremes. It’s either blazing hot or as cold as Dante’s hell. There is very little in between and the transitional seasons are completely lost in the shuffle (which is a great tragedy, in my opinion, as Spring is so refreshing and necessary and Fall is a radiant symphony of beauty).
Someday I will live in a place where each season takes up as close to a full quarter of a year as possible. And if it’s England, where it’s still green even in the winter in spite of snow, so much the better. I am SO ready for GREEN again…