Dear Spring,

Where are you? I am not usually one to complain about the weather. IN fact, it usually irritates me to no end when people can't find anything better to do than whien and complain about weather. I feel like shouting "DUDE. You live in ALBERTA. This is normal. This is how it's always been. DEAL."

However, I have lost hope. It feels like spring is never coming. There is snow everywhere. And not pretty snow. No. Snow covering up ice, dirty snow, snow with puppy ickiness all over it. BLECH.

I am over winter. I am having issues dealing with it. And so I have momentarily joined the complaint wagon. Because UGH. I miss the sun. And green grass. And flip flops.

Dearest Spring, please don't forget to visit. I've always believed in you. Don't let me down.

Comments

  1. BethMarch 30, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    It's coming! I can feel it. I will blow some of mine in your direction. Okay?

    Oh, and I am totally with you with the whole "You live in Alberta so don't complain about the weather" But...It is almost April, you can start complaining. :D

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  2. KateMarch 30, 2011 at 2:09 PM

    I agree. I'm usually the first one to get mad and say exactly that when people complain as well...
    But this year just seems so hopeless. When I look at the mountains of snow everywhere and the depth of it in the backyard, I can't help but think it won't be gone til July. It's depressing.

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  3. Incoherently YoursMarch 30, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    I'm glad I'm not the only one... :D

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  4. BethApril 1, 2011 at 1:06 AM

    hehe...so, I said I would blow some of it your way...then yesterday to became insanely windy and is today too....hehehe...but, I am direction challenged over here, so I have no idea if it is going towards you or the rest of Europe. :D

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