this is the time of year where you're so worn down and weary with old man winter that you want to drop kick him back off to the frozen tundra from whence he came. give him back the dull brown and gray landscape and tell him to pack up the dead branches. take back the the dreary, gray clouds and send along the fluffy, cotton candy that brings the promise of spring.
and then you realize that it's not happening for another few weeks. no matter how much the fat robins taunt you as they hop through the front yard looking for fat worms that haven't quite awoken from their slumber. and yes, robins are horribly cute with their red vests....part of you is a bit irked that they are a bit early for the party.
and don't get me started on the tulips. i mean they're my favorite flower and all that. but do they have to be such showoffs? okay...okay...okay, maybe that is what keeps us all sane in february after all. so forgive me if i'm a bit grumpy that they get to wear all the pretty colors while i have to hang out in blah-town.
do you think we could petition the daffodils to pass the hurry spring message along?