Travel never goes out of season. When Nancie over at Budget Traveler’s Sandbox challenged me to a contest to pick photos that indicate the seasons, I was happy to wander through my archives. This is my entry in Booked.net‘s “Capture the Season”–more about the contest at the bottom of this article.
FOUR SEASONS OF TRAVEL
I realize it is fall when I see pumpkins and chrysanthemums. And at the Albuquerque Biological Park one autumn, they had a spectacular display.
I only realize it is winter when I see snow, even though I live in a place where we rarely get snow. I grew up in a state where winter was serious business–stay-inside-by-the-fire business. But now I live in desert country, so have to travel to snow. I call this Virginia photo, “Pull up a chair and snow a while.”
I realize it is spring when I see irises–wild irises are the best. Every since I marveled at the beauties poking up between stern gray Medieval stonework in a Frankish castle in Crete, wild irises set my hear racing. These are from the Bowman Hill Wildflower Preserve in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
I realize it is summer when I feel hot sand under my toes and salty water swishing around my legs. Summer means the sea. A hammock doesn’t hurt. And the Caribbean would be nice. How about St. Lucia?
And, readers, do you have a favorite season? How do you know for sure when it has arrived?