Seasons

On Friday, we had blizzard conditions. In less than 24 hours, the sun was out, the snow melted and people were at the mall, including me. Saturday's temps reached close to 70.

Freaky.

It is supposed to be spring here even when it doesn't feel or look like it. It snows in March. Nothing is really blooming. The only resemblance of spring is a neighbor's daffodils.

This isn't the spring I know.

I miss the azaleas and the dogwoods. I miss the spring I've always known. I miss life as I knew it.

Then I read an incredible post this morning reminding me that there must be winter before there is spring.

No matter what season you are in in your life, this wonderful post by my friend (and fellow Georgia Peach) Carol will encourage you.

I think it's a great way to start your Monday.