I’m writing this blog entry while seated in the back yard of my sister’s home in Charleston, SC. The temperature is in the 60’s, there is not a cloud in the sky, and just a scant amount of wind.
There absolutely is something to be said about being south of the Mason Dixon when the calendar hits the winter months. When I was younger I used to relish the extreme change of seasons in the north. But with old age comes less and less tolerance for the snow, ice, and chill that comes with the northern latitudes in the winter months.
I never used to envision myself as a potential snow bird, but sitting here, listening to the iPod in my shirt sleeves and considering the need for sunscreen, I think I have had an official change of heart.
God bless the South.