Only Wonder Grasps Anything

on South Alabama winters

I ran across this quote in "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee, and it seemed to apply equally well to Chattanooga winters.

There are no clearly defined seasons in South Alabama; summer drifts into autumn, and autumn is sometimes never followed by winter, but turns to a days-old spring that melts into summer again. That fall was a long one, hardly cool enough for a light jacket. Jem and I were trotting in our orbit one mild October afternoon...

After reading that passage to my mom, she's been telling our northern friends about it. I need to make a copy of it for her.