February 15, 2017 — North Central Florida

The day was unsettled. Thick, dark clouds blew quickly across the sky, sometimes stopping long enough to dribble rain, never enough to ease the drought conditions. Winds were blustery, sometimes scarily gusty. In Florida, spring is our fall. The leaves that turn brittle and brown in autumn rarely have enough cold to push them to the ground. They hang on sadly lifeless until the spring winds and rains loosen their grips on tree branches, sending them sailing and tumbling. Unlike locations further north, leaves carpet our lawns in spring rather than fall. Today, the grips of many expired leaves were loosened, and by evening, our yards were peppered with brown, crispy leaves.

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