Thursday thanks

This week I'm thankful, very thankful, for a "cold front."

Nevermind that this is Florida. In August. And by "cold," the weatherman meant mid-70s. I'm beginning to learn that hyperbole is a way of life in the South. For example: "It's drier than happy hour at the Betty Ford clinic" or "It’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a pool table." So perhaps I should have taken the forecast of a "cold front" with a grain of salt...?

Do you have any favorite southern sayings?

But I digress.

The weather this week has been such a nice change of pace that neighbors stopped me on my morning runs to exchange delight over the cool breezes.

I know that the Dog Days are not over yet. (Florence + The Machine lyrics are just a tease...)


But a girl can dream.

And I'm thankful that this week the Dog Days were over, if only for a moment.