Back when we lived in Chicago, the change of seasons would happen suddenly. It would feel each year like the city would decide overnight that it was Spring. Nashville, by contrast, has had a gradual season shift, and it’s been very pleasant. Everyday the landscape paints itself with green and yellow speckles, and every corner has a different tree erupting in white and purple flowers.
It’s been delightful watching Nashville bloom this Spring. See what I mean.