I am tired of winter.

Yes it’s beautiful and snowy and fresh and fun (sledding! skiing! snow-shoeing!). But I have had enough. I want flowers, I want sunshine, I want lemonade!

I have just realized that winter is almost half the year in this little town. That is a long time. A too-long time. I am looking at the crusty snow out my window, which is taller than I am, and wondering if there really is grass under all that, or if perhaps I just imagined it. Sigh. At least, can it warm up a little? My bones are achy, I’m an old lady.