Since living in California, I’ve missed having seasons. I miss the crisp air of fall, and the coziness of winter snow. But at the same time I hate being cold and I don’t think I could handle it ever again.
Springtime, though, is beautiful here. Although it’s not at warm as I’d like, and the weather has been so bipolar, I love seeing blooming flowers everywhere I look. Springtime will always be a reminder to me that God is making everything new, and springing new life from the ground even after the deadest winter.