I have been thinking about how my life is so much more affected by seasonal variation than when I was younger. I grew up in the suburbs of Seattle and only noticed the seasons with relation to school and holidays- at least that's my memory. Now I am noticing that not only my farm and garden work load change (which I have appreciated for a while), but my diet changes as does my home. Right now we have pheasant eggs incubating on the dining room table, and I have pumpkin starts in my window sills. I pay much more attention to weather forecasts and worry about it's effects on the animals, pasture and garden. I've been thinking about how much more I appreciate these variations in our climate and how much more they affect me. It's actually a beautiful thing- even though I complain about the weather from time to time.