Monday, April 13, 2015
Floridians feel that “Spring Break” runs from Christmas Eve until the 4th of July each year. It certainly seems so. The break inflicts endless streams of palefaces rushing to our beaches to toast themselves. Not a good move since down here the sun spares none.
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.