|Painting - Tina Steele Lindsey|
Those who love cooler temps, forgive me! As a child growing up on the coast I was terribly spoiled with very mild winters. My days were filled with chasing butterflies and staring at big fluffy clouds and feeling free, barefoot all but a few months of the year. Even my brother felt the same way, coining a phrase, "zero temperature," meaning we could walk outside and feel no discernible difference from the temperature inside. So as I sit this morning with thick socks on and a down throw wrapped around me I know I do try my darnedest to be enthusiastic when talk turns to excitement about cooler temps by friends I know, I do try. But alas, my heart carries me back to a time when I was ever so content, with no chill in my days, me, butterflies, and zero temperatures.