Now that the weather is nicer, more people are out doing things and spending more time outside. Sounds so strange compared to this time of year up north, where I used to spend most of my time indoors hiding from the grey skies and shielding myself from the cold weather.
Down here, November is the time where things come alive...by the time November arrives, I have so many things to do that I find it difficult to choose, especially during the weekends. Outdoor events overlap each other with insane frenzy.
Christmas time is wonderful here. Last night, we spent a few hours strolling through Venetian Gardens looking at the light show. Afterwards, we sat on the grass and watched the holiday boat parade out on the water. I sat outside wearing a tank top while the temperature stayed at a perfect 70 degrees.
The sole purpose of this entry is to extoll the virtues of the warm southern climate -- nothing more, nothing less.
Not a big thing to those readers who were born and raised in warmer climates, but to those of us who froze every year during northern winters, this is a dream come true.
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