I live near Charlotte, NC, where ‘winter’ means I still get to wear flip flops every week, if not every day. I own one snow shovel, and I think there may be an ice scraper in my car somewhere. Maybe. I do not own a winter coat, and the winter boots I own are old, left over from my previous life in the frozen north. This winter, for instance, has graced us with one day of several hours of swirling flurries that never amounted to anything. Whew!
But this wasn’t always the case. I grew up in northern Pennsylvania, where snow was no joke. I can remember the excitement of a snow day from school. My brothers and I would practically hold our collected breath while we waited for our school district to be announced. And then we were free! We’d play outside until we resembled popsicles. I learned to drive in the snow, something my new neighbors aren’t very good at.
And then I got older. And worked in hospitals; places they expect you to come in when there’s a foot, or two, of snow on the ground. And snow didn’t seem so fun. State of emergency? Yep, still had to get there.
Five years ago, my husband and I moved to NC. I donated my winter coat and an assorted collection of gloves, scarves, and hats before the move. I wouldn’t be needing them anymore!
Spring has always meant renewal or rebirth to me. Every year, I waited not so patiently for my Daffodils to poke their heads up. That meant that winter was on the run. When we lived near Philadelphia, I waited for the Phillies pitchers and catchers to report to Spring Training in Florida. I wasn’t a baseball fan, still not, but that for sure meant Spring was around the corner.
Not only were the northern winters snowy, but they were also cold and grey. Very grey. It sometimes felt as though months passed without seeing the sun. And it weighed me down, made me sad. It got so bad that I started to not like Fall, even though I had always loved it. I mean who doesn’t? But Fall meant that Winter was chasing its heels.
But not anymore! People here complain about the summer with its heat and humidity. You’ll never catch me doing that! And spring, even though it grows shorter every year, is a time to celebrate. Those first buds on the trees, the scent of flowers in the air, the longer hours of sunshine! These things lighten my heart and encourage my smile.
I even enjoy spring cleaning. Out with the old and in with the new! Any day now, I’ll be opening the windows for the first time and letting in fresh air. I can hardly wait!
Dr. Elizabeth Abbott Fitzgerald has spent the last ten years of her life running; from tragedy, from family, from love. But now her mother’s failing health calls her home to Windsor Falls, North Carolina; to the place where her past awaits. Sam Bishop can’t believe his eyes when the love of his life returns after ten long years. All he wants is to clear his conscience and get back the family he lost when Connor, his best friend and Elizabeth’s husband died tragically. Could it really be true that time heals all wounds?
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Kimberley O’Malley is a transplant to Charlotte, North Carolina from the frozen North. She is learning to say y’all but draws the line at sweet tea. Sarcasm is an art form in her world. She writes small town Contemporary romances and hilarious Cozy Mysteries. When not writing, she is a full-time nurse and part-time soccer Mom, but not necessarily in that order. She shares her life with an amazing husband of more than 23 years, two teenagers, and one very sweet Shetland Sheepdog, Molly.