As the teasing warmth of the sun fades, I am left, again, with a gross disdain for the dreary gray skies of another wet southern winter. Snow is a romantic ideal that we hope for, and blue skies a far cry from our climatic reality. Yet, I anticipate a warm and beautiful spring and cannot wait for it. My garden will host a variety of vegetables and fruits and I will hopefully accomplish an array of needed yard maintenance. I will no longer fear the splash of cold water while washing my volkswagen, and will gladly walk through the our beloved park without shoes.

Spring, you are welcomed in Knoxville.

Bo