It is spring here on the east coast.
The daffodils are raising their sweet yellow heads and shouting:
“Warm weather is coming!”
And I am smiling inside as I race along without a jacket in weather that still doesn’t quite justify it.
And I spoke to my mom. Who will not consider moving to up north “because of the weather”.
And I think of my brother and his family firmly entrenched in a place that usually hovers around 75 all year long.
And I wonder why I choose to freeze my butt off all winter long.
And then I see the daffodils.
And I remember that one of the things I love most about the east coast is the seasons.
I love the color and the variation and the fact that you sludge through the mud of the winter in order to be rewarded with the absolute beauty of spring.
And, did I mention that it’s SPRING!