For the first time in six years (minus the year in Alabama, where we did actually get a dusting), I’m not anticipating any snow for winter. Nor any below-zero, ice-particle-blowing, freeze-your-face-windy, shovel-till-you-can’t-lift-a-mug-of-tea days. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty excited about it. I prefer to visit the snow on my terms, and if I get the
Spring is my favorite season of the year. I love the weather, the flowers, the bright yellow-green of new leaves, the early sunrise and late sunsets. Winter’s cold grip is gone, Summer’s hot breath is yet to come, and Mother Nature is dressed to celebrate. What’s your favorite season?