Maybe I will..Maybe I won’t.
Growing up in Michigan, I had plenty of opportunities to experience the seasons. Spring brought the smell of thawing snow, the new buds all around and that one magical day each year that it was finally warm enough to take my coat off as I walked home from school. Summer in Michigan was full of excitement with beautiful weather, lake activities, camping and long weekends up north in a cabin. Fall was always my favorite…the stunning colors of the changing leaves on the trees, the smell of the first fires being lit of the season and the pinnacle of each autumn…trips to the Cider Mill for fresh donuts and cold apple cider.
I save Winter for last because, for me, it was the most dreaded season of the year. When I…