Well for a couple of days, we are experiencing cold weather and autumn rains. That's a sure-fire way to get soup for lunch! Soup is actually one of our favorite lunches around here, and now the boys are resting with their bellies full and their heads hazy.
What is it about the weather that always makes us long for something different? We enjoy each season for a week or two, luxuriating in each tradition and comfort, but then we want to go back to 70 degrees and sunny, unless you are #1 whose favorite weather is rainy.
In the middle of summer we wish it were cool so we could put on our favorite sweater and drink hot cider. When Fall makes it here, we wish for snow days and sled rides. Winter brings dreams of warm Spring breezes and flip flops, and Spring only hastens the desire for shorts and beach trips.
I think it has to do with an old song, "This world is not my home; I'm just a passin' through." This world is just one big vacation trip (perhaps vacation is a bit too strong), and so we enjoy the little changes of scenery, the rest stops, and curiosities along the way, but after a while we start to long for home.
Vacation is fun for a while, but the return home is always the best.
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