Some people think that the season changed on the 20th of this month.
The calendar doesn't really define the seasons around here.
Here in the Great Pacific Northwet, we have five different seasons. Let me explain, starting with the season that begins in August:
Road Construction (August, September and the first part of October. Give or take...)
Cold Rain (Last part of October, November and December.)
Colder Rain/Sometimes Snow (Approximately January, February and March.)
Warm Rain (Somewhere around April, May and June.)
Of course, some of those seasons overlap depending on if we are experiencing La Nina, El Nino, or Del Taco.
My favorite months are September and October.
My least favorite month is March.
March is quite obnoxious. It starts with that silly time change, and descends into school pressures of impending high-stakes state tests, approximately 764,991 frogs croaking in nearby wetlands every single night, every bird in the western United States singing to wake me up before dawn every morning, neighborhood kids shrieking for no apparent reason, and the garage band next door playing until midnight on Saturday nights. March is loud.
March also brings allergies. Not for me, for everyone around me. Teaching 6th graders, I get to listen to the Kleenex box serenade all day. It's kinda gross. It snot that I don't feel sorry for the allergy sufferers, I just wish they could snarfle a little more quietly and wash their hands a little more often.
And, to top it all off, the grass has started to grow again. That means someone has to mow it.
Sigh. It's almost spring break, it's almost spring break, it's almost spring break...