Letter to Ma Weather
Dear Mother Nature,
I hate to tell you how to do your job, but I think you may need to check your calendar.
See there... it's nearly April. APRIL. Not January, or even February. I think you may have forgotten to turn the pages or something because surely you did not intend to dump SIX INCHES of snow on us this late in March. What about all those poor little flowers that started to peek their pretty little heads out of the cold, dark ground just last week? What about the sweet little birds who returned singing beautiful songs of joy who were expecting SPRING?
Surely there is just some confusion on your part. That's okay, I understand. All I ask is that you return spring to us. We miss it.
Thank You,
Suddenly Snowbound*
*ok... not really, but it sounded good
I hate to tell you how to do your job, but I think you may need to check your calendar.
See there... it's nearly April. APRIL. Not January, or even February. I think you may have forgotten to turn the pages or something because surely you did not intend to dump SIX INCHES of snow on us this late in March. What about all those poor little flowers that started to peek their pretty little heads out of the cold, dark ground just last week? What about the sweet little birds who returned singing beautiful songs of joy who were expecting SPRING?
Surely there is just some confusion on your part. That's okay, I understand. All I ask is that you return spring to us. We miss it.
Thank You,
Suddenly Snowbound*
*ok... not really, but it sounded good