I don't do seasons.

What's the point?
Mother Nature pays no attention 
anymore - no adherence 
to long established norms.
Unreliable, like the rest.
Incomprehensible at best. 

So why bother?
Why consider 
this season's wardrobe?
Why plan life around the calendar,
when you need any-weather clothes?

So I don't do seasons.
I don't do disappointment.
I don't do expectations.
I just plan for the unplanned
and weather the summer storms.

I'm a man for no seasons.

stevejeff

Man for no seasons

Jun 6, 2026

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badwords

I appreciate the sentiment yet summer is working behind the scenes to make itself the *only* season. We can have; wet-summer or hot-wet-summer, then we go back to wet-summer. To ice the cake we present a meteorological smorgasbord--*Shit seven-ways from sideways!* . And then *Hot Damn* we start the bugger from scratch!

*A 'Man with No Reason' Simply needs to pick a 'season'!*

Hot? Wet? Endtimes? Pick *ANY* two!