It happens every year. You would think I had learned my lesson by now. The last week of February I get hit with a bad case of cabin fever. I long for warmer weather and sun. I wish for colors other than black, white, brown, and gray. Mother Nature has a sense of humor I can promise you that. She teases me with temperatures above freezing making me think that this year is the year Spring comes early. It’s all fine and dandy until I wake up and imagine a scene like this happened while I slept.
Did I mention I am sick of the snow?