S – OK, it’s getting to me. Have we been hurled into Winterfell? Where the heck is spring?

Yes, we need the moisture and we are thankful for the snow but come on, mother nature. Enough already. DSCN1381 - Copy

To celebrate our last snow of the winter (hopefully), I have created the world’s worst poem.

Snow falls to the ground,

making it hard to get around.

Snow falls in the ditch,

making tomorrow’s drive a b***h.


Is winter over  in your part of the world?

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