i want s.p.r.i.n.g!
i want w.a.r.m.t.h!
i want to lay in the grass and have the sun seep red through my eyelids and do nothing but eat fresh fruit and think about seeds!
i want warm soil under my fingernails.
i want bulbs to wake up and color my yard.
i want to take family walks at 8:30 in the evening with a light sweater wrapped around my waist because it's too warm to use it.
i want to take the dogs swimming up the canyon.
i want to roast (and eat) too many marshmallows and sleep in the pedi-van all stinky and campfire-y and such.
i want to plan and plant a vegetable garden.
i want to eat fresh peas straight from the pod.
i want to teach kort to ride a bike with no training wheels.
i want to enjoy beautiful sidewalk murals courtesy of brilliant, local, 5-year-old artists.
i want spring, March,
is that so much to ask?
all i want is a little sun, and instead
you give me a BLIZZARD?
not nice, March.
not. nice. at. all.