Today started out in a magnificent way....a bright, sunny morning with a cool, but not cold temperature.
Everywhere one looks, the signs are there...the maples and Bradford pears are blushing with the first of their blooms, Forsythia is out and 'showing off', and the weeping willows are beginning their first tinge of green, with their little baby leaves.
I live on a 125 acre lake, so when the North breeze comes across the expanse of water, it IS a bit chilly. The ever-present ducks and the few remaining Canada geese don't seem to mind. I don't think that the coots ever even noticed winter. In South Alabama, we used to call them "Poul doux" or "didappers".
Down in Greenville, Alabama (some 225 miles to the South), the paper whites have been out for weeks, and the dafodil are in their glory. I understand it was a civil 78 degrees today in Greenville.
It is often said that seasons travel at the rate of 13 miles per day. If true, my many friends up in Boston should be experiencing the same weather in oh, about a hundred days, or early June...sounds about right to me.
Once again, proof positive that God loves us best.
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