Last Monday blessed us with weather that couldn't have been much finer even if it was the month of April. The sun was shining, soft breezes were blowing, and the temperature topped out at a balmy 75 degrees.
Wild flowers growing in my daughter's front yard Sunday
It was weather that made my heart sing. Then things began to go down hill. First there were thunderstorms with torrential downpours and flash floods.
After the rain had passed the temperatures took a nosedive and by Saturday morning we had our first glimpse of falling snow. Where I live in Atlanta we got a fine dusting that didn't last over five minutes, my daughters who both live 10 miles south of me got less than that, and friends just ten miles to the north got several inches.
Sunday was again another story. The sun was shining and the temperature climbed back up into the low fifties. I took my daughters out to brunch to celebrate both of their birthdays, which are this month. It was wonderful to have a time of just the three of us.
It felt like a lovely day in March with flowers braving the fickleness of the weather.
The week ahead will be another roller coaster, and I believe the old saying of, "if you don't like the weather just wait a day", definitely fits a Georgia winter.