Two weeks ago - a taste of Spring.
I almost put my patio table out to enjoy a book and some fresh air.
The trees started to bud.
I know this because my Spring allergies kicked into gear.
Then . . . snow.
Ice.
Biting winds.
Frozen toes.
Frozen fingers.
Frozen windshields.
It is March, yes;
This I know.
But, seriously.
Do not makes the grass grow, plants appear, and bugs fly around.
Do not make the sun so warm we take off our shoes.
Do not make us take off coats and gloves for days on end.
No, do not do these things if you are not serious.
It's.
Cold.
I.
Hate.
You.
Winter.
You gave us Spring before you were through with us.
March or not.
I hate you.
