Dear Winter....

.....You know I love you, especially when you materialize the powdery white stuff which magically transports us to another time and world, it seems...but, like, can you please go home, already?

It's March. Can you stop teasing us with 50 degrees farenheit (heat wave!)temps, but crappy gray skies one day, then spectacularly sunny weather that's only 2o degrees the next? I can't coordinate my wardrobe anymore. My pores are sick of going ashy, then all sweaty. I'm tired of packing, then unpacking my winter coat.

Stuff should be growing out of the ground right now. Can you quit confusing the plant life? I REALLY want to start my garden, too.

So please, oh please, can you let Spring take hold? What must I do to bribe you? I mean, at this rate, you'd only have to wait SIX months before you return. Isn't that enough, already?

I know--I shall bake you cookies. Noone can resist cookies! I am sure we have come to an understanding!

Smooches!
Zan Asha