Early Spring.

It seems that winter has already ended for Charleston. I keep nervously checking the seven day forecast, but it's supposed to be continually pleasant--at least in the mid-sixties--and definitely not cold anymore. Today it got up to eighty degrees. The neighborhood gang took advantage of the incredible weather by lounging lazily in the yard for most of the weekend. I wore a tank top and a skirt, and I'm proud to announce that I've caught my first rays of 2011.

Even the flowering buds think it's safe to come out and I hope they're right. Sometimes I feel a little cheated, like I didn't get the chance to properly tell winter farewell until next year, or to wear my favorite pair of fuzzy pants one more time, or to try a new soup recipe. 

Instead, we're doing things like bringing my beach chair out of the garage, taking photos of the Morris Island Lighthouse on Folly Beach, eating an amazing homemade brunch with a gorgeous fruit platter, and enjoying time with friends and neighbors. It's not a bad situation.