As the days grow shorter and the temperatures get cooler I can no longer live in denial – summer is over and winter is just around the corner. I love summer, always have, but there is something to be said for the seasons. Some traditions just aren’t the same without them. Apple cider is best enjoyed when steam rises from the cup cradled in your mitten-covered hands and the Thanksgiving table demands a centerpiece of brightly colored fall leaves, pumpkins and gourds, not a bouquet of tulips. And Christmas—I’ve spent a Christmas in the South Pacific and a couple in Hawaii and I missed the snow. Santa just looks wrong riding a surfboard in shorts. So, as I lament the end of long warm days, I know I wouldn’t enjoy the holidays or appreciate summer as much without the changing seasons.