Last week Tony and I boarded a tiny regional jet and winged south to Atlanta. Ostensibly, we were there for an office visit, but really it felt more like a short spring break. We were only there for a few brief days, but the weather (and company) was deeply refreshing.
Chicago greets us from Lake Michigan’s southern shores
Oh hello, old friend. I see you’ve simply been hiding above the clouds and haven’t run away after all. Same sunset over Tennessee, just moments apart:
We stayed with a friend, who had just moved to a new neighborhood within walking distance to Decatur – a hip (I’m guessing here – I am so not hip) city east of downtown Atlanta. Tony and I walked to dinner one night, meandered around the neighborhood another, and didn’t don a jacket once while we were there. We didn’t even pack proper jackets!
Just as we were settling in (or perhaps just as our hosts were tiring of us!), we packed up and headed back north. Skies were clear for about 900 miles of the 1,000-mile trip. As we flew north of Silver Lake State Park, clouds crept back in, covering the whole sky by the time we landed in Traverse City.
Silver Lake State Park from above:
Back on the ground, gloomy reality crashed home: it’s still not really spring Up North. We skipped jackets, going instead straight for coats. And hats. Temperatures crested the 40’s (4C), but have yet to reach 50 (10C), and we’ve spent only a couple brief moments in the sun’s company.
Snowpack in our backyard…and an almost snow-free patio that beckons
It’s not all bad news, though. I took a spring optimism tour of the backyard, and look what I found! Yes there’s still over a foot of snow piled up in places, but there’s grass visible, too. Yes, we have more snow and rain in the forecast than sun, but wunderground says our days now have fourteen hours and nine minutes of daylight, and tomorrow will have an additional three minutes and three seconds. With all that light streaming our way, spring is bound to arrive eventually! I’ll just use a little patience 😉