"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost."
:: J. R. R. Tolkien ::
The Fellowship of the Ring
While there are certain comforts to be found in wintry places and seasons--the crunch of new snow underfoot, silently falling flakes watched from warm windows, steaming mugs and fireplaces--there is nothing like spring. And spring in San Diego...it comes in February.
The photo above is from my last winter in Minnesota. Admittedly, the pattern of swirled and sparkling frost on the windowpane is beautiful. It really is. But there comes a time when enough is enough.
When I lived in the Midwest, February was the cruelest of months. The holidays were over. Winter had already been hanging around for a few months. And she wasn't about to head out soon.
I dreaded February. Poor February. And March wasn't much better.
These days, this time of year is one my favorites. I love February in San Diego. Things start to happen this time of year. Early flowers bloom. Trees blossom. Spring is definitely on the way.
It. Is. Glorious.