After all these years of living, I now know why season is called season or season is called season. No, I did not just repeat myself due to Alzheimer’s. I believe now that the earth is flavored by the weather of season. The earth is peppered with snow and wherever winter is happening. Showered in buckets of rain as the monsoons flavor, Myanmar. Rinse the Gulf Coast of Florida, with the drenching of Hurricane Katrina. Bake the sandy services of our deserts with the spices of sand and wind till well done. The earth is very spicy indeed with the spices of seasons.