California is suffering the worst drought in recorded history. The rest of the US is buried under a barrage of blizzards, and Nashville has clean streets and sunny skies.
Last week, while most of the rest of the country was suffering from horrendous weather, we were sitting pretty. It was chilly, but no snow, no ice, no cancelled schools.
Having spent so much time in Boston, I was happy to have the respite from winter weather. After all, that is much of the reason I moved back to Tennessee.
My parents, in Knoxville, had seven inches of snow. All of which melted the next day.
I remember having snowsuits as a kid, and sledding in the neighborhood, making snow forts and snowmen.
I remember wearing tights under my jeans since we didn't have long johns. There was hot chocolate and pants thrown straight into the dryer as we came into the house through the garage and into the laundry room. Disrobe, dry off, get warm, go back outside with hot jeans burning our snow-stung legs.
Sweet memories of childhood and adolescence. Now, bring on springtime!
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