Anyone who has perused my site in the past whould have come across a post or two where I have stated that spring is my favourite season. I don’t know if it’s simply my distaste for winter, but I dearly look forward to the longer days, stronger sun, budding life and snow storms that this time of year has to offer. I mean it’s truly wonderful to see the miracle of li…. what?! Wait a minute! Did I say snow storms?

Yes. I guess I did.

Two days ago, I took a picture that was eerily similar to another one that I took and posted about last year. The snow was melting, the tulips were poking their pretty little sprouts through the newly thawed topsoil, and the stench of last fall’s rotting leaves filled the air. It was wonderful. We had taken the winter tires off the cars, removed the ice scrapers and shoved the shovels back in the shed.

But Mother Nature is a cruel and sadistic bitch. She flirts with you, winking at you as she slowly saunters seductively in your direction. She steps right up to you, running her fingers up and down the lapels of your coat, glares into your eyes, and then grabs those lapels tight, pulling you forward as she comes up with a swift knee directly into your crotch. Then she laughs at you as you crumble to the ground, her laughter sounding like a shovel scraping across an asphalt driveway, her cackles just like the rumbling of a weary snowblower. We woke up Easter morning to the wintry scene you see here. It continued, and continues, to snow into this morning. I didn’t have the strength to take an updated picture this morning, but suffice to say it was about twice as bad as the picture on the left.

I am sooooo heartbroken! Spring, please come back! PLEEAASSE!!!!