To Be or Not To Be....

.... and I say this because I'm not even sure this will work for me or not, being that this is a first post, and I am still a plebe with this internet/ blogging thing.
If it does, I must give accolades to my buds in the blog world, Neo and Snaggle. I only hope I can do them some justice and hold up my end of learning that they've entrusted to me.

So here goes.....
Recently I've been thinking about living in a perfect weather existance. No doubt one does not exist, but I am fortunate enough to have found a place that offers me enough of what I need to make me know I am at home. Being a transplanted Yankee, now living in the south, I had to get used to the culture and culinary differences, but fell in love with Atlanta my first spring here.
Nothing says beauty quite like a landscape filled with everything in bloom on a timed-release scale. Except of course, being at the ocean. (My one little drawback to the price I pay for living here).
Yes, the summers resemble the gates of hell, but recently our weather has been suffering a greenhouse effect of it's own... and the summers are a bit cooler than usual, with a bit more rain than the droughts of seven years ago. This, of course, doesn't mean that my grass is any greener, as it always manages to commit suicide right after spring, but I've noticed that the clouds are puffier and the sky is bluer than it used to be. And if you catch some really good days in a row, the air is cleaner. Atlanta, you say.... all that traffic, smog, and heat? Well something about the hurricanes making their way up here (new to us), has pushed along all that nastiness.
Not to say we still don't feel the effects of the heat from time to time, but now autumn is here and the mornings are much cooler, and I tend to forget about the heat except to turn it on.

So the perfect escape world, if I had the funds to support that kind of lifestyle, would be to live in my other home, New England... on Cape Cod in the summer, and eat lobster and shrimp everyday. Stay through the fall for the foliage, then move back down to Atlanta to escape the blizzards of winter and stay long enough to see the spring bloom out.

So what's your perfect world?