Of all the things to love about my city - and there are many - perhaps my favorite is the climate. Us Southerners are, for better or for worse, a defiant bunch, and our weather is no exception. Winter here is generally just a cold snap, kind enough not to stick around too long, so that about the time I think I may not make it through to spring February is sneaking past and reminding me why I love this place: warm afternoons spent in sunshine while the daffodils quietly whisper, “just a little longer now...”

Root bound

How easily we can become strangled by that which holds us. The very things that keep us safe eventually inhibit our growth.