Travel

While people in the northern part of the United States were shivering in their fur-lined boots last night, we in Florida were whining about how freezing it was...at 57 degrees. That's right. We're wimptastic.

I say this not to brag to those less temperately fortunate, or even to implant in winter-dimmed brains those visions of palm trees and blue skies and oranges hanging in lush baubles off the trees, though all those things exist fewer than fifteen feet from where I'm sitting. Though I love the fact that we have flowers outside all year round--the azaleas are all up in their delicate bloom just now--I, daughter of frigid upstate New York, would trade weather patterns in a heartbeat.