I wish that I could say that I sail through winter. But all the illnesses (usually the children's), the short days and cold air means that I trudge along. Not exactly willing it to end, but only half-heartedly participating in all that it offers.
Sometimes, when I get to put my feet up, with a blanket on my knees, sipping a hot chocolate and tucking into a good book, I can understand why some people love the cold. But generally, I find it hard to get my jogging mojo on and it is hard work. Even taking the garbage out on a bitterly cold night can be taxing!
So what is it like to like in a foreign country for a long time and 'swap' your seasons around? The Americans and Brits are just welcoming the Autumn (or Fall as they refer to it). What would it be like to always have a hot June/July? What would it be like to have Christmas in winter. I did it once, and it reminded me of the many books I had read as a child, but it wasn't 'normal' for me.
One of my good friend's just had her 40th. She is not from around here and for the past 11 years instead of a birthday by the seaside, she has swapped it for a cold, rainy day. I wonder if she bemoans the loss of her Summer birthday, or embraces this new wintery approach? I wonder if it is harder to get into the celebratory spirit when it is cold? I certainly think it would be.
This worries me a bit for the twins.
What do you think? Does the weather effect your mood or your willingness to party? If you could choose, which season would you celebrate your birthday in and why?