Space is expanding with the weather. Outdoor spaces unfold, outfitted for lounging, eating and working. New trails and territories to ride open up again, after being restricted all winter by snow or bad footing. Suddenly, cars and trucks are sprouting canoes and kayaks, replacing ski racks and snowplows as the ice of the rivers and lakes give way to open water.
Life in New England takes on a whole different feel; heavy boots and coats are exchanged for t-shirts and flip-flops. We store away the shovels and roof rakes, drag out the bar-b-que grills and lawn mowers.
Having such distinct seasons requires a lot of storage. Garages, basements and attics fill with the accouterments of the off-season.
Summer cars suddenly appear on the roads as the sports cars and antiques come out of hibernation.
Having lived many years at the equator, where seasons are subtler, I appreciate the renewal of life with each change here.
Therapeutic Misadventures 