One of the things "us" southerners have always prided ourselves on is the fact that we have four distinct seasons.
Spring: we'll call this probably most people's favorite because the cold is leaving us and the newness of green leaves, colorful flowers and sounds of the thrush, robins and other song birds whose chirps are filling the air like an outdoor symphony.
Summer: Warm days can turn into oppressive humid mid days. Most people think about trips to the beach or a quick jaunt to the highlands to feel the moderate temperatures. As a child I remember camping out with friends along Bear Creek and Hunting Creek, thinking of myself as a young Jim Bridger.
Fall: In the south, this is the most colorful time of year. Seeing the green maple leafs turn into the vibrant orange, yellows and reds. Who can't be filled with wonder, if only for a time. This is especially true when you travel to the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Winter: On a snowy day like today, with the wind chill hovering in the teens if not less, I become grateful that the snow filled days are limited in our incredible south. Waking up to the immediate change of earth tones to a white filled pasture with the tree limbs sleeved in flakes as they are weighed down by the frozen density. Its as thought the earth is being baptized to make itself pure again.
So, it's winter in the south. It's cold. Some animals are meant for the outdoors in foul weather, others are not. Be sure your animals are fed. Its cold and they are hungry just like you.
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