I’m so done with Winter. I’m done with snow, and goose-down jackets. I’m done with root vegetables and Sorel boots. No more scraping car windows and shoveling sidewalks. I’ve had enough. Every day I tell Winter to go away, and every morning I wake up, and it’s still there.
Spring, I’m starting to doubt that you’ll ever show up.
I want to ride my bicycle. I want to plant the garden. I promise, Spring, I won’t even get mad at the dogs for having muddy paws in the house. Just please, Spring, please come early to the prairies this year. Winter’s been a bitch.
Your biggest fan,