Hints of spring arrive in England escorting fresh air and percolating the potential of life. Neighbors scurry about pruning their unattended gardens wrecked by winter’s slush. These days, the birds chirp a little louder and the sky seems a little bluer. The sun is beginning to stay awake longer making it possible for what was once hidden by winter’s protection to miraculously sprout in spring.
I tend to think of winter as a very short season which starts sometime in November and maybe lasts through January. When most people in the northern hemisphere are sporting parkas in the winter, it is not uncommon for those in South Texas to be donning shorts on Christmas day. I’m caught off guard a bit when a real blast of winter comes in February or April. Growing up in South Texas, our winters were always mild. Well, I suppose I can’t say “always” as there was that one year (one – in my almost half a century life) that it snowed. In truth then, besides that one phenomenon, our winters were always mild.
Empty Plate . Full Heart 