Compare and Contrast of Summer and Winter- By Daniel Devine

Winter is the season when days are dull and gloomy. The mood is morose and dark; the family is bored. The cold reaches to the bones and freezes and chills throughout the body. The tree branches are bare and their leaves fall in autumn. The beauty of the trees is gone. Snows, which pile on the side of the driveway or of the yard, are covered with dirt. 

 On the other hand, summer is the warmest season. It happens between spring and autumn during the months of June, July and August in the northern hemisphere. It is the period and epoch of fulfillment, bliss and beauty. Summer is the era of outdoor activities like going to beaches to sunbathe and surf. It is the time when flowers bloom and the trees look greener than before. It is the epoch of the abundant production of food, especially agricultural food. 

 The aforementioned seasons are both on extremes. Winter is the coldest; in contrast, summer is the warmest or hottest. Both seasons have an effect of laziness to people because of its extreme cold and heat, respectively. Winter possesses bad effects on plants and trees, making them stiff and bleak; while summer bestows good effects on trees and plants, allowing them to grow more and produce more fruits. Winter requires more indoor activities; on the other hand, summer requires more outside activities. These two extreme seasons have different effects on the environment and on the people. However, due to the concept of “survival of the fittest,” living things have learned to adapt every time seasons change.

 

It's STILL November Charlie Brown By: Mikayla Flanz

It's November 30, 2018. 
At the time that I am currently writing this, it's officially two hours until December 1st, so I guess it's socially acceptable to give you and start my New Year's Resolution: Be More Positive (and start my English assignments more than two hours before they are due...). So rather than writing a good four to five paragraphs about how cynical I am once the holidays are over or how much the Christmas and overall, holiday season has changed since I was a kid, I'm gonna spice things up! Because to be quite honest that can be a little depressing and of course it is the holidays.

Let's start. 
Why I love bitter cold weather, dead and shedding trees in my living room, and spending way too much money on gifts that leave me in the red going into the new year...
Never mind, I already failed by 2019 New Year's Resolution, we're going back to plan one.

Back on the topic of bitter cold weather even before December even begins... Once Halloween is over, (for us sane individuals at least) people start to crave the cozy feeling of pulling out our winter Uggs, plugging in those Christmas lights, and the sight of first snow. Sure, it's exciting to gaze out the window all bright- eyed and hopeful that school will be cancelled or at the very least delayed the following day. But I don't think those people ever lived in the upper Northeast... To us, first snow means first blizzard, which isn't that bad in the concept of it, except when this happens the second week of November. 

Yes, (for those who celebrate) everyone is praying and wishing on every star they find for a white Christmas, but the ironic thing is, for the past few years the only days that aren't similar to the climate to Siberia is over the holiday break, including Christmas Eve and day. Instead, mother nature decides to give us the finger for killing the planet by giving us a crappy hell storm of humidity, clouds, the cold, and torrential rainfall. Yay. Merry Christmas!

But, all in all, despite how much I complain on this blog about... everything, I really do like the holiday season because whether we choose to notice or appreciate them, winter in Sparta has some pretty appreciable attributes. Not limited, but including our German Christmas Market, the Tree Lighting Ceremony, the fact that we get snow at all (even though it's a pain to shovel), and ice skating on the lake. Happy (early) holidays loving readers, let's hope I actually follow through with my New Year's Resolution for my following blog posts!

The Snow Song Akshat Iyer

I wake up, again, and again, in this room

The school is about to lead to my doom

But there are some days where that goes away

It's almost like it's a holiday

When the ground is white, and covered with snow

And roads are black, which makes it hard to go,

The day that every child hopes for

But will it ever, will it ever

Snow

Will it fall on the lawn that we mow?

I really want a snow day tomorrow

Otherwise I will have great sorrow

5 Tests, need sleep

I can't do this any longer 'cause school's cheap

I'm falling on my bed, needing a miracle

Divine Intervention, Help me 'cause it needs to 

Snow

Please fall on the lawn that we mow?

I really want a snow day tomorrow

Otherwise I will have great sorrow

I woke up,
And the ground was white, and was covered with snow

And the roads were black, which made it hard to go

The day that we all hoped for,

It has really, it has really

Snowed

It fell on the lawn that we mow,

I had a great day today,
forgetting about the tests I had tomorrow,

But then I realized,
I'm in the same situation as yesterday,
I still have 5 tests, and I need sleep,
I fell on my bed, hoping for a miracle

Divine Intervention, Help me 'cause it needs to 

Snow

Please fall on the lawn that we mow?

I really want a snow day tomorrow

Otherwise I will have great sorrow

Snow

Please fall on the lawn that we mow?

I really want a snow day tomorrow

Otherwise I will have great sorrow

Credits to the Autumn Anxiety Discord for helping me think of the refrain of this song.

Last Night Winter Paid a Visit~ By Julia McEllen

The sky is heavy from the cluster of day and appears to be sagging, melting. A rainbow that knows no boundaries, it is wrung out, rich in color, The deep hues blend, molten lava oozing down into the horizon. The sun subsiding into the bumpy peaks of the raised earth. The sunset is like thick molasses in the absence of clouds, and I watch from the window as it suspends the daylight- one inch closer to saying goodbye. The large winged birds nuzzle into the wrinkled arms of the acorn freckled pine tree. The tree that wobbles with the foreign woosh of glacial wind. I watch as the sudden gush of air douses the sun with its chilling presence. it extinguishes the tangerine rays almost as fast as the vanilla coconut Yankee candle that sits atop my nightstand. The luminescent moon bores through the cream curtains, once again reminding me that the world has now gone to sleep.

I slip into the flannel sheets and sink my head into the feathers that lie unevenly under the thin casing of my cotton pillow. My eyes drift toward the window once more, and I see the faint glow of the moon as it softly brushes the uneven smudges on the glass, erasing the window's once translucent essence.  The whoosh of wind rumbles uneasily in my ears. It taunts nature, barreling through the leaf-littered lawns and slicing through the inert surfaces of the scattered ponds which populate the neighborhood. My mind is conquered with the urge to sleep as my eyelids begin to overlay the moonlight with the inky aura of darkness.

When the moon has long retired, the crystal sun rays euphorically poke through my eyelashes, waking my body. I lift the flannel sheets and my toes descend onto the frizzy fibers of the carpeted floor. The window is fogged, numbing to the touch. It pierces through my padded fingertips and tingles the hairs on my air. As I unlatch the lock to look upon a new autumnus day, the window rattles. Frost borders its rim and crackles with the pull upward, like the burning of embers in a malicious fire. There are no hues in the air today, the clouds are purely fair and grey. And I am left with crimson in my cheeks, for the atmosphere is utterly and awfully bleak.

It appears winter has paid a visit last night-

Outside the window continues to howl in the distance. The vintage lace frost obscures the autumn image of the previous day. The muddy, drab leaves have become earthbound under the frost's binding surface. The bikes left abandoned on the damp driveway are dripping with droplets of condensation as the blast of coldness has died down from the presence of the newly risen sun. Rust has just begun to creep into the metal crevices of their handlebars. Hiding from the chilling air and bare of leaves, the trees have begun to hibernate. Curled and slightly crunchy edges of stray leaves on the front porch, are animated by the sudden gusts of wind which begins scraping them across the sienna brick. The sound as if paper is being ripped apart echoes through the window as the leaves are dragged further into the distance. The bice tulips springing high and strong from the mulch mound by the lampost are only existent in my imagination, for the frost has engulfed them, too. Covered in dewy woodchips and dirt, the remains of the tulips lay dead and dehydrated. I step outside, the wind is sharp, and I feel as if the bones in my body are chipping from the force of it. Overhead the steel clouds join as if by magnetic bonds and congest the prongs of sun that shimmer from the surface of the icy earth. There are no hues in the air today, the clouds are purely fair and grey. And I am left with crimson in my cheeks, for the atmosphere is utterly and awfully bleak.

There are no more molasses sunsets or big-winged birds. The trees have begun to sleep, and the wind will not go unheard. There are no more vibrant leaves to crunch under our feet. We can not go ride our bikes or fly our kites.

it appears winter has come again last night.