spring affinity out the window.

As you may know, I'm infatuated by spring. I long for it. I clean for it. I shop for it. I even wait, patiently, five long months for it, from the beginning of the cold stretch to the very, very end when I can venture outside with nary a jacket. And now that it's here, it's like a ginormous sigh and a "patooey. That was totally not as good as it was supposed to be." Because we're a week into spring and it's gross. It's rainy, it's cloudy, it's anything but sunny. The flowers are up and bright, sunny hues, yes, but they look out of place when backed by a thick gray curtain of cottony clouds. I can't stand it. What's up with this, groundhog? What do you have to say about this? Because according to you, wise old groundhog, winter was supposed to only drag on six more weeks. And that was two months ago!!!! I demand you come back out of your shadow and tell us the truth, you big fat liar. Grr!!!