Changing seasons

I like the weather when summer turns into fall.  I remember that when we lived in Sackville, New Brunswick, and had a big front yard, in September or October I'd wake up and in the morning and see a white covering of frost on the lawn from the cold weather the night before.  But then it would get warmer and the frost would melt.  Living in the city now, that's one of the only things I miss about the country.

I'm over 50, but I never get tired of watching the seasons change.  It makes you feel like part of the earth.  They say April has a lot of suicides, and I suppose some people see a new year starting and don't want to be part of it.  I could never imagine feeling that way!