winter

Okay.

I know I'm going to regret saying this come August

but I am soooo over winter.
I'm tired of being cold.

I'm sick of wearing three sweaters, legwarmers, gloves and a scarf just to check the mail.

Sick of putting oil, yes actual OIL, on my skin and it's still painfully dry and itchy.

I'm over the sun going down so early,
 I miss my porch, and I miss my flip flops.

But, most of all, what leads me to this breaking point,

is tomatoes.

I got a tomato at the store yesterday because I needed a topping for my chili

and it was so gross.
I don't know how they get away with selling those horrible things under the guise of a tomato.

I almost teared up at the thought of my deliciously mouthwatering homegrown summer tomatoes.
I miss them so much.


We had flurries yesterday and again this morning.
Of course, flurries are such a disappointment.
You know they aren't going to stick.
There isn't going to be a beautiful winderwonderland to experience or piles of snow to play in.
There will be no sledding down the big hill with the rest of the neighborhood; everyone braving the cold because it's so exciting to fly.

Flurries only succeed in reminding you that it's cold, windy, and grey outside and you don't want to go out.
You want to hide in your warm house, under the covers, and wait for spring.