We taught both our son and our daughter
that seasons are measured by quarter
but as I get older
the Winters seem colder
and Summers are definitely shorter
We taught both our son and our daughter
that seasons are measured by quarter
but as I get older
the Winters seem colder
and Summers are definitely shorter
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Nice one
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Thank you Lynn.
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most welcome
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The seasons don’t seem evenly spaced out for me either. Perhaps near the equator I could skip winter entirely.
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Can I tag along?
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Love it! The winters seem colder to me to anymore…
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I hear ya!
Nice one 🙂
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Haha! There’s truth in this! 🙂
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True, the winters seem longer and after having lived near the equator for a long time, I am actually enjoying the winters now! 😀
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