As if someone flipped a switch, springtime has come to Atlanta. It’s as though the tree outside our house looked at the calendar, saw that spring had begun, and decided to bloom.
Those buds are robust enough to withstand the hail storm that was recently swirling outside.
Despite the freaky storm, it still feels like a new season. In London, a cold, rainy day with bare trees could happen in August, just as easily as it could in December.
Here, the seasons seem to be more obviously delineated. It may be raining, but it’s still about 60 degrees — not bad for March. 
But the blooming tree isn’t the only sign of the new season. As soon as the cat who lives up the road started to use our front yard as a toilet again, we knew that winter was over.
We hadn’t seen the cat since October. During his winter hibernation, he hasn’t forgotten the location of his favorite outdoor litter box.
We caught him in the act earlier this week. I know from experience that chasing him away doesn’t deter him from relieving himself outside our house.
So the onset of spring isn’t all about flowers.
Reverse Culture Shock 
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