So, ladies and gentlemen, do you know that tomorrow is the first day of Spring? Like, officially and such. Do you know that to herald this First Day of Spring Eve Boston decided to punch me in the head by making it snow? I am looking out the window of my office and there is snow falling. On March 19th.
I hate this place sometimes.
This is in no way helped by the fact that my mother keeps calling me to gleefully tell me that it is 70 degrees in Alabama and her yard is just bursting at the seams with the most beautiful bright daffodils you can possibly imagine. At which point I run out to my frozen plot of scratched-up soil that I call a flower bed and claw at the dirt trying to catch a glimpse of something growing that reminds me that at some point this eternal cold will finally end.
Now I’m not allowed to say bad things about my mom. First, because she gave birth to me without an epidural, Second, because she paid for my thumb surgery so recently, and, Third, because she reads this blog (and, secretly, because she will almost definitely comment on this sentence letting me know that there are far, FAR too many commas in it). However, DESPITE THOSE THINGS, my mom is sorta mean (please keep in mind, Mom, that this was not the initial thing I wanted to say, but I used my better judgment). Especially for taunting me with the image of the very Daffodils that I helped her plant and that are my very favorite flowers of all time and that I positively DEPEND on to let me know that winter is O-O-Over.
I have had it with winter. I had it by the time February rolled around and we were still in the throes of some of the most bitter cold I had ever experienced. I had it when Valentines day (which has always been a Spring-y time for me) arrived and there was snow on the ground. And now, I have especially had it. Y’all, it is almost Easter and there is SNOW FALLING RIGHT NOW.
Can I please re-iterate that I have. Had. It. I need it to be warm and sunny and I need to lay in the grass and feel the heat of the sun on my face. I need to wake up in the morning and be hot because of the intense sunlight streaming in and warming me up. I need my damn flowers to bloom. Or at least look like they are about to bloom. I need to wear sandals again and skirts without stockings and I don’t want to panic every morning because I can’t find my gloves and my fingers are going to fallll offfff. I am done done done done done. Done.