Seasons in the south: Nailed it!

I couldn't live without seasons.  That's what people up north say as a reason not to move south. That transition into different seasons reminds one of the wonder of our universe.  Trees change color in fall, the first snowfall of winter, flowers blooming in spring.  Ok, fine.


But honestly, we, too, have our ways of identifying seasons here in the south.  Take pedicures.  Our summer nails are beautiful.  Out there for all to see.  Transition into fall and you can see nail color begin to fade and fall away. In winter, we keep our nails indoors and always covered to protect them from the frigid 40 degree temps.  Frigid.  Then along comes spring and the bloom is on the nail.  Colorful reds and pinks and purple and green and orange and brown.  These pops of color hold all through summer season and on into fall transition.  I am hearing that song...


To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn


And in the South, we have all four - turn, turn, turn!