We have been taught to divide our year by red circles on a calendar. Meteorological winter begins December 1. Spring arrives March 20 (give or take a day). Summer kicks off with the solstice in June. But if you have ever stepped outside on May 15 and smelled the specific chemistry of rain on hot pavement, you know that summer began two weeks ago.
It isn’t the Spring Equinox. The calendar might still insist on winter for another ten days. But suddenly, at 4:47 PM, the sun cuts through the kitchen window at a different angle. It is higher, braver. The dust motes floating in the beam look golden instead of grey. start of the seasons
The Art of Waiting: Embracing the True Start of the Seasons We have been taught to divide our year
