Growing up as a proud New Englander my favorite seasons were always a toss up between fall and winter. I don’t know if I could choose between the two.
Autumn is tourist season in New England. People drive from everywhere just to see the brilliant crisp reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves before they flutter to the ground. It’s prime apple picking season too. Every year my mom would take me and my siblings to a near by Orchard to pick out those delicious, juicy, aromatic Macintosh apples. Pie would be in my near future, although I’ve got to admit it, I’m not a fan. When apple pie comes topped with butter cream frosting I’ll get excited. I’ve yet to see one. Ever. So I’ll refrain. If some thing needs ice cream to accompany it clearly it’s not the dessert for me.
When those leaves did fall and suddenly I was handed a rake, I still managed to keep a dopey smile on my face. Yes, I was supposed to be raking our enormous yard clear of the leaves, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t jump in them. Jumping and rolling around in leaves as a kid is fun. You know what? I’m not going to lie, it’s still fun. So is throwing them at your family.
Halloween is my favourite holiday. I’ve been a fairy, a cat, a care bear, a witch, a clown, a pirate, a ghoul, the man in black (from the princess bride) a cow, a helicopter pilot (complete with an authentic helmet compliments of my father), and a zombie bride. I’m not really a big chocolate fan, but skittles and sweetarts are enough to get my motor running. We (siblings + me) always went trick or treating in a huge group.
Even the count down to Halloween is awesome. I’ve gotten to go to Salem Mass before and tour the witch museums. Haunted house and haunted hay rides every year were a must. I love the tv specials, ghost stories, all of it. Halloween has and will always be a bit of real life magic for me.
From how this blog is going it appears as if I’ve already made my choice, but…
I love snow. It doesn’t snow a whole lot in the fall and even if it does the ski resorts aren’t open yet. I’ve been downhill skiing since I was about 6 years old. Soaring down a mountain, wind whipping at my face, my eyes darting, concentrating on my path is a huge adrenaline rush that I personally love. In high school I was on the ski team. Being on those mountains was freedom for me, huge freedom. My family (aside from one brother, one time) has never seen me ski. I don’t even have a single picture of me doing what I love the most. Kinda sad, huh?
It’s not that I minded my family never being there. I didn’t. I actually liked the break from them. Skiing was something all for me. In a house with 5 kids, it was a place where I didn’t have to share. Sitting on a lift and taking in the breath taking beauty of New England glittering like diamonds under a blanket of snow is a vision that will always stay with me. It’s not like I was totally alone up there. I wasn’t. I went with my school, my team, or my friends. I collected lift tickets like they were pokemon and I never took them off of my jacket.
So by far, that’s my favorite part of winter. Another thing I really like was that my mom took me and my sister to the Nutcracker every year. Serious girl time. My mom was really nervous about bringing me for the 1st time. She didn’t know how I’d act. I’m am after all, the girl who got her arm stuck in a banister at church. I was also very loud and wiggly (at the time we didn’t know I have ADHD, my mom thought I was just very hyper active… she’s right). She slipped me a candy cane (stolen from our Christmas tree) as the curtains pulled open. I popped it into my mouth and was mesmerized for the entire performance. I loved the dancing. I loved the music (so much so I played it when I was in labor. Deedee was born during dance of the sugar plum fairies). I was so well behaved my mom brought me back every year.
I love it when it snows. I love hot chocolate with REAL marshmallows, not the junk that comes in Swiss miss packs. I love Christmas decorations even if I don’t actually like Christmas. Oh!!! And I love the cookies!!! Christmas cookies of every shape and flavor.
So how can I possibly choose?