Last night, my husband and I went to dinner just to get out of the house for a while. Our air conditioner decided to quit on us over the weekend, and it was too hot in the house to cook anything. And we all know that no one can come look at it or fix it on a holiday weekend.
Anyway, we decided to go to dinner. Seated at the table across from us were two older couples, and based on their conversation, it was clear that one couple lives here in Iowa and the other lives in Arizona. I wasn’t intentionally listening to their conversation, but got just enough to really make me think about a few things. The Arizona couple mentioned how the weather was always nice where they are, and if they do get snow, it only stays for a few minutes. They talked about how they don’t miss the winters here in Iowa, and went on for a few minutes about how great it is in their warmer climate.
It truly made me think about WHY I love Iowa so much. It isn’t just the friendly people, the low cost of living, or the sweet corn. 🙂
What amazes me is the changing seasons. In Iowa, we experience the four seasons to the extreme.
It’s the warm summer nights, and the hot, humid, sticky summer days.
It’s the sunny spring days where everything starts turning green, and then it’s the thunderstorms that make us doubt the warmer weather will ever get here.
It’s the autumns that turn everything outdoors into a beautiful kaleidoscope of color, and it’s the surprise of a warm weather spurt of an Indian summer.
It’s the winters that provide us with the most picturesque outdoor scenery, as long as we are willing to put up with a couple blizzards.
It’s that tree in my front yard that waits until the last possible minute to lose it’s leaves every fall, sometimes clear into late November, because it’s trying so hard to stay green and fight the cold weather that is bound to arrive. It’s that same tree that we think will never bud in the spring, only to burst into beautiful white blooms in the blink of an eye.
It’s leaving for work in the morning and coming home to find flowers blooming while you were gone.
It’s shopping for annuals and perennials at the local greenhouse, and getting to watch them grow.
It’s planting vegetables in the rich Iowa soil, and feeding my family with what we’ve grown.
It’s that silence of snow falling on a winter night, where the sky is clear and the air is crisp.
It’s the crunch of leaves under your feet.
Arizona weather? Sure, it’s nice. But Iowa’s four seasons? I’d choose those any day.
These are some photos of some of the beautiful flowers blooming in my yard right now. Take THAT, Arizona.