You seem to be getting to everyone. I’ve noticed it. All the world is begging for a tulip, a blade of green grass, a little sunshine and warmth.
But, don’t think you are getting to me. No siree, bob. Do I want more snow? No, I most certainly do not. But, since this is something I cannot control (yet), I’ve decided to direct my attention elsewhere.
I pulled out some Easter decorations and picked up some $3 springtime flowers at the grocery store.
So, how do you like that, master of the ice? Keeper of the snow? Lover of the freeze?
That’s what I thought.
(Pssst: Check out what I had to say to winter back in ’08.)