The hope and reminder of spring

Other than a couple of days here and there, I am convinced that snow has been on the ground for several months here in the Burgh. I am sure some statistician or weather person would tell me otherwise, but to me, it just seems as if we have had snow for a long time. However, I chose to live here; I could have moved slightly south, which was my intention about 22 years ago, so I try not to complain too much about it. And really, compared to many people around these parts, I rant very little about the weather (well, cold temps and snow, that is).

I just can't see myself living in a place where it never snows, and I particularly have no desire to live where it is hot and humid for many months. I appreciate the changing of the seasons. There is just something about the various colors and stages of growth we see throughout the year.

Sure, this time of year there is a lot of gray. Trees are bare. When you actually see the grass, most of it is brown. But a trip to Phipps, one of my favorite places, reminds me that spring is not too far away. I might not appreciate the spring and summer if it weren't for the (sometimes depressing) season we are in now. It gives me something to look forward to. And I can appreciate how beautiful snow can look.

So I leave you with a few photos of my hope springing eternally (or something like that). Stay warm and dry!

I forget what this flower is called, but it seems perfect for February.

My iPhone does not do this justice, but this was the first time I had seen mist coming off the water in this exhibit.

Hybrid azalea

During the winter show, there is a tree in the middle of the water. This was the first time I have seen this view and could appreciate the water and what is behind it.