Perhaps rephrasing it would help: “If there weren’t any seasons that sucked ass, you wouldn’t appreciate summer.” The answer to which is “Are you fucking mad?”
I have expressed a desire to move to California or Hawaii. People ask “Wouldn’t you miss the seasons?” Golly gee fucking willakers, I love the fact that it’s MOTHERFUCKING TEN BELOW right now, but I think I can cope with 80 and fucking gorgeous all the time. Masochist that I am.
Without winter we wouldn’t have spring–with the bright fresh flowers, and blossoming trees, and that deep earthy smell as the ground thaws.
Without winter we wouldn’t have the fall–with the gorgeous colors on the trees and the perfect clear skies when the breeze is just so, and the smell of dried leaves and ripe apples seemingly everywhere.
It’s worth it to me. But the OP is right in that it’s not winter that makes me appreciate summer–rather it is the spring and fall that make me appreciate the necessity of winter. And call me delusional–but I can’t imagine raising my kids somewhere where they couldn’t make a snowman or a snowfort, or pelt each other with snowballs, or go sledding or ice fishing. Those are some of my best childhood memories!
Just for reference, folks, I’ll be thinking about all of you while I’m grilling out in shorts on Super Bowl Sunday.
And THAT’S the best thing about livin’ in Phoenix.
Well who says I wanted to appreciate summer anyway?
Sorry ~ but at -40º here (F is the same as C at this temp), I really don’t care that in half a year from now, I’ll “appreciate” another season. As a matter of fact, I won’t appreciate summer. My Canadian summer includes many humid days over 100º F. SOME days in early fall and late spring are wonderful. That’s about it. It’s incredible what kind of temperature swings Montreal goes through in a year.
:dubious: I’m starting to believe that we’re “deprogrammed” every spring ~ like in Men In Black. Ever notice how we complain about the winter like it was a big surprise that it was coming? I think our subconscious protects us from these memories, to keep us sane. Just like the pain of childbirth. G-d makes you forget, so you’re willing to do it all over again!
This isn’t true. Where I live in Panama, we have seasons, but none of them are unpleasant.
It’s about 82[sup]0[/sup] degrees year-round, and cooler in the evening. The dry season runs from mid-December to early May. It rains maybe once a week, for an hour or two in the afternoon. The delicious trade winds start to blow. Some trees shed their leaves, others burst into flower - bright yellow guaycans, pink robles, purple jacarandas, red immortelles. Sweet fragrances fill the air. This is our verano (summer).
In May the rains start. Although it rains almost every day, again it’s mostly in the afternoon for an hour or two. We very rarely get all day rains, and then only in October or November. The start of the rains is like springtime in the north. Many trees burst into leaf, and the birds begin to sing and make their nests. There is a deep earthy smell in the forest as the dry leaf litter begins to decompose. Other trees - mangos, avocados - ripen their fruit later in the season. This is our invierno (winter).
It can get a bit hot in the late dry season, and a bit muggy in the late rainy season. Still, it never gets as bad as New York, say, in August.
Boy, do I love to hear people bitch about the weather in other places.
Sure, but don’t put my name in it. Sometimes I need to search for threads I know I posted in, so I do a search that includes username. If it’s in every thread you posted to as well, that hoses up the search.
::fingers in ears::
la la la, can’t hear you!
Well fuck me. That was supposed to be replying to Colibri. sigh
Here in Minnesota, the natives are very, very appreciative of summer. If it happens to fall on a Sunday, they have picnics.
That’s one thing I always found bizarre. They left Sweden to start in a new country and settled in the same miserable fucking climate. Are my countrymen and women masochist.
I hear these things all the time. Having a little puppy means going out several times a day. I knew that when I got him and the pros outweigh the cons WRT the weather. But today it was like walking around in one of those slush drinks, but without pretty colors. So I bitch about it and have people tell me: “But doesn’t this make you enjoy summer more?”
Well, d’oh! Of course it does, but my memory stretches far enough so I can remember the winter a year or two ago. I know what it’s like. I don’t need it every year to enjoy spring, summer and fall.
I’ve lived in Luleå for 22 years, and I have no idea how this place can be populated. The climate must’ve looked different when people first settled here. But, in their defense, I must say that the summers are very sunny and warm and seems to be a long day that lasts for two, two and a half months. 
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Up until about two years ago, Canada’s weathers had been unnaturally warm.
Last year, I (a Canadian) found out what was referred to by a Canadian winter. Specifically, the coldest winter we’d had in about a hundred years.
This year isn’t quite as cold, but it’s nearly there.
Yeah but the best way to appreciate it is when they are three days apart which is the usual way in Denver. The warmth of 70 can only be appriciated propperly when it was 10 degrees the day before. Hell, one time I left Denver on a nice shiny 70 degree March day, and by the time I got up to Beaver Creek to do some sking with the altitude and being across the continental devide it was 10 below with wind chill of 40 below. I hit a few runs grabbed a beer or two and headed back to Denver for a warm spring night of barhopping in shorts. Now that’s how to really appreciate the weather.
Didn’t know that. Are you sure?
Every summer when it’s 90 degrees outside and everyone is complaining, I like to make a mental note. Then when the subzero temperatures hit, I just remember that hot day and try to tell myself that it will be that way again someday.
I’ll take hot over cold any day. I don’t need winter to remind me of that.
We had two ridiculously warm winters in a row before last year, which was a proper winter. I found out that I get extremely cranky if I don’t get a certain minimum number of truly cold days in. I think of myself as a human blueberry plant now. Much as I don’t like it in the winter, I do wake up warm & happy in spring when it’s all over.
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Ah, another weather thread. Time to for me to chime in with my usual anti-summer rant.
I live in Ontario, Canada. I HATE summers the way the OP probably hates winter. Summers mean constantly sick with allergies for three months; summer means getting all gross and sweaty; summer means my skin getting cooked if I go outside. Summer means people harrassing me about the clothes I’m wearing: “Throw on your shorts and put on a t-shirt!” I manage to dress myself just fine for the other 3 seasons…what is it about summer that suddenly means I am incapable of deciding what to wear? Summer means being told to “come outside! Get some sunshine! Enjoy the outdoors!”. Nobody seems to get it: People like myself CAN’T enjoy the outdoors. Being outside means clogged sinuses, sneezing, itchy eyes and a sore throat…being outside makes me miserable..
Now, I don’t exactly love winter either, but I’d rather take sitting indoors on a cold night, drinking hot chocolate than sitting in an office with the sun blinding my eyes whilst I’m popping back overpriced, ineffective allergy medicine.
I don’t mind that people like the summer, but please, stop forcing ME to like it.
I’ll mention the weather in New Orleans, La just to be an asshole. Tonight we played poker outside while drinking JD and smoking cigars. Weather was great.
Now, when it’s August, 100 degrees, 100 % humidity and a hurricane is making its way here, I’ll realize that Karma really is a bitch.