Posted on June 25, 2014 11:49 am under General
I love springtime in the South. While my northern relatives are still bemoaning the arrival of another snowstorm, southern trees are lush and photographers in NC, TN and a host of southern states are out capturing shots of tulips and daffodils.
As warm days transform into sweltering heat, however, I wistfully remember northern summers. Sun never turned the trees from rich green to a parched greenish-brown. Flowers and lawns flourished without regular watering and so did the vegetable garden. As I look out the window this morning, the view is still pretty, but there’s no denying that the colors aren’t as rich as they were a month ago.
The grass is always greener in the other fellow’s yard.
That’s not just a saying. When it comes to southern summers, it’s a reality.