I’m glad that I live in a country which has weathers. They not only provide for an interesting observation but are also highly photogenic.
I’ve become unduly fascinated with the dull subject of watching the impact of seasonal changes on my outdoor chairs. I bought the chairs last spring and I fear they won’t last this winter. I don’t think Ikea intended that I keep the chairs out throughout the year. They shall not die in vain, though, and their demise will be properly documented.
I assume that my recently discovered fascination with weather means that I’m old. The next thing I know I’ll be like my grandfather, who structured his existence around a weather station and kept detailed records of his readings.