A Thought

I woke up this morning, and it was 65 degrees.  While the North is seeing a Winter Wonderland of sorts, the air is warm and the sky is sunny here.

Yesterday on Karl's day off, we made our way around the city at a typical Southern pace (slow), and slowly accumulated items that remind us of spring to decorate the mantle.  Karl happily put on shorts that morning, and I, too scared to show that much skin this early, slipped on jeans and regretted it all afternoon.  It was too warm.  We commented how we would normally never see this sort of weather until May.  We could get used to this.