Asparagus in January

As I have previously mentioned I am very fond of the change in seasons. So imagine my delight when coming across this reading of the season's, or rather, one's relationship to them, in Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, when Razumikhin says to Raskolnikov,

"You see, Roddy, in my opinion all you have to do to make a name for yourself in the world is to stick to the seasons. If you don't order asparagus in January, you'll be the better for a few roubles in your pocket."

I am not interested in making a name for myself, but still see Razumikhin's advice as worth following: stick to the seasons.

Different Seasons

Yesterday I realised how much I love the different seasons. In the moment where one feels the season at its fullest, one is the happiest ever. But also the wonderful thing about the seasons is that one has the blissful memory of it, and one anticipates the wonders of the season to come. So all three temporal instances are of equal importance.

So everyone should get outside - this fullest feeling of happiness does not happen indoors.