It snowed today. AGAIN. And, while I admit that the snow looks really pretty, I would be fine if it didn't snow again for the rest of the year. Or, the rest of my life. That would actually be fine, too.
I am running such a high spring fever I could fry an egg on my head.
I miss being outside, working in the yard (I am actually dying to pull weeds, that's how bad my fever is), golfing in the early morning, wearing a summer dress to brunch on Sundays, sandals (oh, how I miss sandals!), playing with Sydney in the sprinkler, planting in my flower pots and spending time out on the patio. I miss it all.
And in a show of protest to that old grump Mother Nature who insists on continuing to dump snow all over us, I have a little bouquet of pink tulips on my desk.