Summer in Louisiana means that all flowers are in bloom. You doesn’t really notice just how many flowers there are here until you live somewhere else and they’re gone, the fragrance is gone. In spring, the air smells of blossoms and foliage. The sycamore tree in my yard hasn’t begun to change, but a relative in Denver says that they’ve already gotten their first snow. Truthfully, I’m not ready for this winter, and if it has to come, I desperately wish it’d bring some snow.