As I type, morning has broken over my little woods. Yellow sunshine slants across the backyard fence, and pours into the windows, adding a layer of warmth to this cold day. For Southern gals, 38° is enough to make us shiver. It’s almost as if spring has not arrived, but just a week ago we soared to 90°.
Transitions from one season to another have always fascinated me. They aren’t usually seamless; I dare say they aren’t meant to be. It seems the last week has found Old Man Winter attempting to hold on to the reins, making his final lap around the country, including here in Southeast Texas.
Frankly, I’m enjoying it to the fullest. I know the heat of summer is just around the corner and the chill in the air gives me one more opportunity to wear a bulky sweater while I’m out and about, to come home and put something in a pot to simmer away on the stove.
Nippy nights are my favorite. As a fire crackles in the fireplace, I'll settle in with an old quilt across my lap, my hands wrapped around a mug of steaming chocolate, savoring the moment, for who can tell what tomorrow holds?
Until next time, sweet friends, may you be warmed and filled on this chilly night in March.