Dates - Seasons Start And End

But inner seasons don’t obey the calendar either. Sometimes we’re still grieving in June. Sometimes we bloom in November. Sometimes we need to hibernate in April.

And that’s enough.

Because the calendar doesn’t decide when you turn a page. You do. And sometimes the most honest thing you can say is: I don’t know what season this is. But I’m here in it. seasons start and end dates

The truth is: seasons overlap. They bleed into each other like watercolors. One season’s end is always a slow unraveling, not a door slamming shut.

We mark seasons on calendars—March 20, June 21, September 22, December 21. Equinoxes and solstices, precise to the minute. Spring begins. Summer ends. Neat. Tidy. Predictable. But inner seasons don’t obey the calendar either

Spring never arrives on a Tuesday. It sneaks in through a single warm afternoon in late February, the smell of wet soil, a robin that came back too early. Summer lingers long past the equinox—in golden hour light, in the sound of crickets stubbornly singing through September. Autumn’s first red leaf often falls while summer still has legal custody of the sky. And winter? It doesn't wait for the solstice. It arrives with the first frost that cracks the puddles before Thanksgiving.

Let yourself live in the in-between. The day the snow melts but the trees are still bare. The first humid morning before the solstice. That one perfect October afternoon that feels like a memory before it ends. Sometimes we need to hibernate in April

Here’s a deep, reflective post on the start and end dates of seasons—meant to be shared as a note or caption for social media, journal entry, or blog. The Quiet Edges of Seasons