Let's talk about seasons

Let's talk about seasons here.  Who ever made up the seasons and exactly where do they apply?  I've lived in four distinct areas and never have I had all four seasons.

Let's start with California.  California has two seasons.  Summer and less summer.  Summer is hot and dry--the way it should be.  Less summer is windy and coldish--though for the life of me I can't remember what I ever wore more than a cardigan to stay warm in high school.  I also don't remember being happy when the cold ended and the heat returned.  Two seasons.

Next Utah.  Of all the places I've lived Utah had the most distinct seasons.  Summer is too short and not quite hot enough.  Fall is glorious.  Simply glorious.  But for certain Southerns married to me, there were simply not enough trees to count as a real fall.  You have to drive to the mountains to really see the colors.  Winter has snow.  And then spring is long and miserable because it lingers into June.

Then a brief stay in Ecuador.  Two seasons: dry and wet.  They don't even pretend to mold their seasons into the silly four-season mold.

And now North Carolina.  Once again, two seasons.  Summer and sprall.  Summer is hot and unbelievable humid followed by nine months of sprall--it gets cold enough to be uncomfortable but not cold enough to really qualify as winter.  There are more trees so we get more of the fall colors but the warm weather (seriously still in the 70s in the afternoons) really sucks the magic cool kiss of fall from the air.  

The point is: whoever made up the four seasons idea is well...not my favorite person.  My need for everything to fit just right makes me very ansty about the lack of correct seasons.  Why isn't it winter yet?  I can't do ____________ until it's really winter!  Because the fact that each place I live fully conform to the seasons is super important.  

Whatever.

We did take advantage of the lack of cold weather here and went camping this weekend.

We did it easy:went through a drive through on the way there, had muffins for breakfast and then hit the drive through again for lunch.  

The kids slept great.  We didn't worry about putting them to bed.  Rex put himself to bed around 10:00.  Alice slept better than she does at home.  She woke up once; I stuck her in my sleeping bag with me and she slept like a rock the rest of the night.  Greg and I...we're old.  Seriously I got a bruise on my hip from the ground.  Greg is still complaining about a sore back two days later.

And now just some pictures of us camping.