I understand that sometimes the pressures of controlling the harmony of the Earth can be a bit overwhelming. It must take so much energy to inform seasons when to come and when to go...that's a lot to orchestrate and it's natural that once in a while you would reach your breaking point. We've all been there, haven't we? That being said, I must ask...what is going on? I mean, the Winter was glorious and white, no complaints here. But uh...it's April now, and...well, my flowers are frozen and I overheard some birds having a pretty heated argument under the massive snowflakes that were falling from the sky.
"What the crap, Gertrude?? You said that it was Springtime and we could fly back! I can't believe I left Cabo for this..."
I now need to dig out the snow shovel and clear our walks while explaining to my son for the 50th time that no, it is not Christmas Eve. So, what do you say? Could we maybe get it together and allow Spring to...spring? Maybe?