Changing Seasons

It is finally cold outside. The summer is over and fall is in full-swing here. This may be the first time I have been thrilled to see the changing seasons. Is that a sign of getting old? I used to hate the changing seasons – I would live for summer, spending all day baking in the sun. I cursed spring, fall and winter until summer arrived again. When I moved to Texas it was like a slice of heaven…it never snowed, it was hot, hot, hot most of the year, and I reveled in the wonderfulness of it. Times have changed. I have changed. Here it goes: I like the cold too. That wasn’t so bad.