Seasons

I always thought of seasons as having a distinct beginning and end.  Spring starts. Winter ends.  But maybe I have the wrong idea. Maybe I am not seeing it correctly.    Isn’t today evidence enough?    The snow and bitter cold of winter is pressing into, mingling with, the entrance of spring.  A simple date—a number on the calendar—tells us that spring has begun. But it doesn’t tell us that winter has been done away with. There’s no number for the “last day of winter.”  No cut off. No guarantee...