I miss you. I miss your sunny days, your warming temperatures, your soft breezes, and the delightful way you smell.
You came to visit for a few days. It lasted almost a week. Then, you left us and now it's cold again. Oh, the sun may be out but don't let that fool you. Step outside and you'll freeze something off.
Spring, you loveliest of seasons, it is now the last week of March. You have taunted and teased us with hints of your arrival long enough. Please come to stay. My children want to play outside, ride bikes, play with sidewalk chalk, and chase the dog.
I want to throw open the windows of my house to let in those wonderful breezes. I want children who aren't crazy and cranky from being cooped up inside. I want to clean my garage and try to tame the leaves left over from last fall.
Come back to us, Spring, and when you do, please whack that stupid groundhog upside the head as hard as you can.