One of the things that I love/hate about the Oregon Coast is the lack  of seasons. It is about 58 degrees and partially cloudy pretty much every single day of the year here. Right after we first moved here I took a photo of my car’s odometer when it hit 200,000 miles, the photo happened to have the temperature in it and it read 59 degrees – this was on July 21st. On January 21st of the next year, Les and I decided to grill some bratwursts on our little outdoor grill, it was 59 degrees outside.

I didn’t realize how much I would miss having seasons when we moved here.

I’m certainly not complaining about the weather, but my body doesn’t know what month it is, I just cleaned the hell out of my bathroom because it felt like spring cleaning time. I love the smell of the ocean on the air as I drive home with my windows down year-round, but I kind of miss that crisp feel that lets you know autumn is in the air, and pumpkin-flavored everything just doesn’t have the same appeal without it. I love the rain, but I miss summer thunderstorms. And as much as I hate snow, there is something calming about the serene, muffled quiet of snow gently falling, especially early in the morning when you don’t have to leave the house and can watch through the window and sip hot chocolate with Bailey’s in it.

So I went through my old photos and found my best seasonal ones.

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