By Susan Harper
I came in from an afternoon walk through the neighborhood last Sunday and thought it might have been one of the most pleasant walks I’d ever taken. The air was crisp and cold, but perfectly still. The birds, to my surprise, were everywhere: mockingbirds, robins . . . . Don’t they go south for the winter? Or, wait – this IS the South! One neighbor’s forsythia was trying to burst into bloom, for heaven’s sake.
Meanwhile, up north, there was no rest for the wicked, was there? Those poor folks were out there just a-shovelin’ and a-plowin’ and a blowin’ that snow all weekend. Aren’t you glad you live here?
As I walked in the cold air and warm sunshine, I was remembering what my dad had told me when I first moved here and he was helping me get acclimated. I’d spent my childhood summers in Commerce, but he thought I might need a little help with the other three seasons. “Honeychild,” he said, “winter in Commerce lasts six weeks. It starts on January first, and it ends on February fifteenth.” And I reckon that was about right; mid-February is when the crocuses come up, and the daffodils aren’t far behind. As for the big snow we had on the first day of March in 2010 — that was a spring snow!
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