A while ago Susan wrote a blog about how in some ways she felt disoriented as an Irish person living in the Northwest corner of the U.S. A particular disorientation occurred as a result of the words applied to the seasons. Summer in Ireland has a certain meaning – summer in New England, and possibly Seattle where Susan lives, is a different kettle of fish.
I grew up in New England. Summer to me means July-August. The summer season runs from the Fourth of July to Labour Day, the first Monday in September. Warm-hot weather, swimming in the ocean. Autumn or Fall months are September-October-November. Winter is the skiing season – December-March. Spring skiing would be in early April. And for me the Spring months are April-May. June is rather undefined. Possibly I define my seasons according to the sports we played – field hockey in the fall/autumn, skiing and…
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