We've hit record highs in the last week or so.  Topping out in the 80's isn't my idea of “winter weather”.  Not to mention the extreme temperature shifts really do wreak havoc on the immune system.  Our poor trees can't seem to figure out what to do as some look like they are trying to bud new growth and others still look fried by the lack of water and abundance of heat we've had.

I do miss seasons.  It's a luxury I think some take for granted.  I know when we lived in the Midwest we were so excited about the seasonal changes.  While locals complained of the snow or the heat or the pollen or all the leaves cluttering their lawns, we were just thrilled that we had “consistent variety”.  We rejoiced over the snow covered roads, then marveled at the springtime flowers, then basked in the summer sun and finally awed over the fall foliage.  It was like a beautiful painting that gradually changed throughout the year; each stage seeming more breath taking than the one before simply because the change was welcomed with enthusiasm.

So, I sit here imagining that we have snow covering the outdoor surfaces while my husband debates wearing shorts or jeans with his t-shirt to work today.