A major complaint folks have about living in Southern
California is the lack of seasons. It’s
definitely winter here -December 2nd – but you would never know if
you took a stroll through my garden. Roses, gardenias and daisies are abloom, and the
although the apricot tree leaves have changed color and are dropping like a sunshine
snowfall, the high today was 79 degrees, definitely short sleeve & flip
- flop weather.
Having lived here for 45 years I have learned to recognize the changing seasons, not by the temperature, but by the fruit selection at Trader Jo’s. Good-by juicy peaches and hello tart apples. Growing up in Jersey I have wonderful
memories of winter and the way it’s supposed to be: snowmen, hot chocolate, and wool clothes faintly smelling of sickly-sweet moth balls.
I need my winter. So, despite the fact that I can wear my Old
Navy cotton pj’s all year long, I have a long standing tradition of replacing my summer
pj’s with my flannel pj’s. Only then can I say that winter has arrived.
Notice the rose on top of the pile of flannels? Just picked that from my garden.
Luna Trim the weight of misfortune sounds easy enough to finish eating less and finish and begin to lose weight Practice a much larger amount than calories than permit.
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