Spring is a great time of year, and all over social media folks have been proclaiming its arrival with celebratory photos of blooming things.
What fun it is to see everyone posting photos of lovely fields of flowers.
Sure, but when you live on the eastern coast of South Florida, it is exciting because the weather is as close to perfection as one could ever expect to get.
The months of April and May come just before the hurricane/rainy season. The temperatures are dreamy, the deep-blue daytime sky is nearly cloudless, and the golden sunsets take the breath away.
Soon the crowds and traffic begin to dissipate as tourists and part-time residents flee the coming heat and humidity of summer.
Yes, Spring is lovely.
But, the thing is -- for me -- each day, all year, I walk outside or look outside and see nothing but colorful flora.
Spring is a date on the calendar here in South Florida, and signifies many things.
What it does not mean is the end of winter, and the arrival of lovely blooming flowers and the sprouting of trees.
True winter rarely visits us here, therefore the arrival of Spring is just a day I enjoy watching others around the country celebrate ... while I sit outside with a hibiscus flower in my hair.