On
the other hand, how can we blame the snowbirds for trying to gain quick relief
from what has been one godforsaken winter up north of the Mason-Dixon Line? One
of my correspondents told me it was snowing in Waverly, Pennsylvania, just as
his family gathered around the dinner table for the traditional holiday meal.
Brrrrr, not the way Flopsie, Mopsie and the other bunnies envisioned things at
Easter time. It's near impossible to think about such up and down weather when you're
here in the Land of Eternal Sunshine.
Before
we left Philadelphia's Main Line and moved south, my wife and many another
flower-lover looked forward to the coming of Spring when color returns to
barren or brown/gray lands. Yes, snow covered cottages make for memorable
Christmas cards but weeks and weeks of snow can break hearts as well as
shoveling backs. Boston deserves all the sympathy it can get. Now that we are
retired here in Florida we are surrounded by glorious color all year. It makes for a happy visual time in the Lives
of Reilly. We are very thankful for that.
And not so incidentally, we no longer sit by the television set gloating
at the misfortune of frozen family and friends in the Northland. Life brings
along opportunities to count blessings.
There
is truth in the memorable lyrics of Frank Loesser's great song, “Spring May
Come a Little Late This Year.” It will eventually come however, along with
Summer and its bouquet of graduations, marriages and brand new chapters in the
lives of our young people.
To
one and all up North – happiness, good health, and a hope you will remember to
make the best of the gifts God has given you. See you in September.
