I owe my readers an apology.  The last couple of months I haven’t been so great about writing.  This last, longest hiatus was caused by getting a bout of stomach flu while traveling.  Yeah, ugh.

But today the sun is shining and lets forget about my neglect.

Today, I’m feeling nostalgic for spring in Philadelphia and Pennsylvania in general.  And I think I’m going to miss it when spring rolls into Ohio.

I’m going to miss the sunlight filtering through the ubiquitous trees.

I’m going to miss the hydrageas and roses in the old brick and wrought iron gardens.

I think I’m actually going to miss the constant summer rains.

I’ll miss those first warm evenings, with those creaky old windows open wide and fresh, wet forest-y air wafting in.

I’m going to miss the finally green hills, and woods, and the way sunsets filter over a big hill.

Most of all, I’m going to miss that first hot day in April, when we’d head down to the shore.

That’s what I want today when the sunshine gleams off my frozen pond.  Yes.