In Houston, the seasons are 2 fold. There is summer (and spring and fall) where you would never wear long pants, long sleeved shirts, coats, or mittons and winter -- where you might wear long pants, long sleeved shirts, coats or mittons. The winter season starts the first week of October. The summer season starts the first week of April. (Now, there may be an occasional morning like this morning where your kids are in flip-flops, shorts, and short sleeved shirts and it is a little chilly to ride your bike to school so you occasionally throw on a fleece). But last week I tackled the closets! All long pants, jeans, sweaters, coats, mittons, hats, long sleeved shirts are gathered . . .
unhung . . .
and then neatly boxed away for next October. It is a very cathartic process for me. Only the best clothes get packed away and the rest get donated or disposed. And for me, the sight of nicely labeled boxes is so very rewarding. The only problem is, I don't know New York's seasons very well. It was winter there this weekend and summer doesn't sound all that warm sometimes and so I may have to break these boxes out soon. Oh well.