It’s been six years since the decision to move to Atlanta. We came here for warmer weather and greater affordability. I had cousins in the area who graciously introduced us to the vibrant Jewish community. The synagogue reminded me of the one in my hometown, of which I had fond memories. The following Sunday we went with my cousins and their kids on a lovely nature walk.
Flowers were blossoming in mid-February. The weather was sunny, in the mid-60s.
It was love at first warm spring breeze.
Spring in February? Ahhhh. Love truly was in the air—with or without Valentine’s Day.
The short, mild winters in Atlanta are such a treat for this former New Yorker who grew up in cold temps, and as an adult, had to trudge along on public transportation in heavy snow.
Sure, summers get hot, as well as humid, as well as buggy.
And I learned the hard way that spraying one’s property for mosquitoes is an absolute must.
But summer is so far away. And now I am reveling in the beginnings of spring—Atlanta’s time to shine!