Way down here in Columbus, it’s not so cold. Oh it gets cold enough to snuggle under several quilts with the window open and to start a fire, but not so cold that you can see your breath, very often. Today it’s 69 degrees. Only bad thing is that the Tulip Poplars tend to bud out early, pretty pink silk petals amid the bare grey branches. Daffodils and Crocus are peeping out of the cold hard ground,”outside the lines”, of our more recent, proffessional landscaping. Whether Daffodils, a random Iris, or the Four O’clocks that open late summer afternoons, these old flowers come back every year. It’s usually in the first warm week after the first freeze. Just like your Mama’s homemade Lemon Meringue, made extra special and delicious just for you, you can always count on these gracious flowers to unfold a little sooner and smell a little sweeter than you remembered the year before. It’s always about as soon as you can wear your shirt sleeves. And around here, that could be mid-February. Before you know it, we’ll be serving breakfast on the veranda and swatting at honey bees. You’ll wish you could stay all Sunday afternoon, just to walk along the Chattahoochee and watch Herons swoop down to the riverbank, pose with an impossible grace and wait for someone to admire their silhouettes.