As the teasing warmth of the sun fades, I am left, again, with a gross disdain for the dreary gray skies of another wet southern winter. Snow is a romantic ideal that we hope for, and blue skies a far cry from our climatic reality. Yet, I anticipate a warm and beautiful spring and cannot wait for it. My garden will host a variety of vegetables and fruits and I will hopefully accomplish an array of needed yard maintenance. I will no longer fear the splash of cold water while washing my volkswagen, and will gladly walk through the our beloved park without shoes.
Spring, you are welcomed in Knoxville.