I admit it, when the leaves start to turn color, I start to think about heading south. As much as I enjoy the fall colors, I want to make sure that I’m nowhere to be found before we get that crappy freezing, snowing, icy, icky weather. Summer is grand, both our northern one and our southern one but my favorite of all is spring. The colors, the smells, the daily changes in the landscapes and the views just get me going. For me, spring is all about hopes and dreams and new beginnings.
I guess that confirms I’m really happy to be home.
Look at the difference. Here’s what it looked here two weeks ago:
Here’s the look now
Pictures to follow