Spring, Sprang, None. Kurt Vonnegut and My Eight Seasons

Kurt Vonnegut said that if you stop looking at the heavens, and keep your eyes here on earth, you’ll find there are six seasons, no matter what the solstices and equinoxes and all those things I’m not quite clear on say. He’s close to right. I’m here to add my own two seasons (while renaming his extra two seasons) giving us a nice round infinity-on-its-side number of seasons: 8.

This is the most bang for your buck available. Eight (count ‘em, eight) seasons.

Get ‘em while they’re hot.