I have fallen out of love with Winter. I knew it was going to happen, sooner or later. Winter has been fickle this year, teasing me with a few warm, balmy days, causing me to forefeit the usual winter sweaters, just to have a stiff wind come to town and make a fool out of me. I've had enough. I won't believe the weather reports any longer. I won't wait patiently for the soft snow that never falls, when a cold rain comes instead.
At one time I was madly in love with Winter. I looked forward to cozy evenings by the fireplace, wearing my flannel pajamas and drinking hot cocoa. But the love has wained, I'm afraid to say.
Spring has been courting me. The longer days, the daffodils peeking through the brown grass, birds chirping in the morning..how can I resist the call of Spring?