Atlanta weather is so funny. I don’t think I’ll ever not be amused at the drastic shifts in temperature. One week ago today my aunt almost cancelled my cousin’s wedding for Saturday because the snow and ice were threatening to wreak havoc (the wedding went off without a hitch, by the way, it was lovely). And these past three days have been filled with sunshine and temps in the high 60s. I’ve laid in the grass twice and dozed off both times, with my face pointed at the sun, soaking up what’s been missing from my life all winter. (The second time I was suddenly awoken to Frank getting an uncharacteristic bout of energy to chase after our neighbor’s cat. Which means I had to summon an uncharacteristic bout of energy to chase after Frank…)
Anyway, spring is coming. I can feel it. I have already started to spot a few flowers sprouting out of the ground, and even a tiny daffodil already in full bloom in my back yard. And last night we were treated to a chorus of frogs in our woods; they’re getting excited for springtime too.
Are you starting to see signs of spring where you live?