This one’s a little easier to write now that spring has sprung; now that the snow has melted, the grass is slowly moving from brown to green, and the signs of blue sky and sunshine lasting more than mere minutes are starting to appear. While parts of the region have more distinct seasons than others (I’m not going to name names, but we all know who I’m talking about), seasonal influences in the PNW are clear.
To be completely honest, I never appreciated the concept of all four seasons until I moved to Eastern Washington. Here, summer gets roasting hot and dry, winter is frigid and snowy, and fall and spring encompass everything in between. In fact, when I returned to Eastern Washington after spending four years in Southern California (which really has two seasons: summer and cold summer, when the clouds just burn off later in the day), I was so excited–beyond excited, in fact–for a real fall that I almost embarrassed myself at work.
Similar to how it felt to see spring arrive again, I didn’t quite realize how much I’d missed fall until I had the chance to experience it again. And, though I’ve been back for nearly five years now, it still happens. Seeing sunshine come through the windows, and being able to switch from my thick winter coat and scarf to a lighter jacket (but still with a scarf) is the stuff that dreams are made of. And, the best part? I know I’ll feel the same way when I get to move from pants to shorts in a few months, and then back to pants and sweaters for fall. -Dena