The Grass is Always Greener


I love springtime in the South. While my northern relatives are still bemoaning the arrival of another snowstorm, southern trees are lush and photographers in NC, TN and a host of southern states are out capturing shots of tulips and daffodils.

As warm days transform into sweltering heat, however, I wistfully remember northern summers. Sun never turned the trees from rich green to a parched greenish-brown. Flowers and lawns flourished without regular watering and so did the vegetable 
garden. As I look out the window this morning, the view is still pretty, but there’s no denying that the colors aren’t as rich as they were a month ago.

The grass is always greener in the other fellow’s yard.
That’s not just a saying. When it comes to southern summers, it’s a reality.

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