Pick A Season, Any Season

Okay.  I am trying an experiment here.  Perhaps Mother Nature does not pay attention to people who shake their fists at the sky in disgust.  Maybe, instead, Mother Nature reads blogs.  If she does, she will see my fist of words when I tell her to pick a bleeping season and stick with it for a while!

I cannot believe today.  It was warm.  It was cold.  It was icy.  It was foggy.  It was drizzling.  It was raining.  It, apparently, is going to be snowing.  Just what season is it?  We had spring, fall, and winter today.  We had everything but summer.  I’m disgusted.  I’m tired.  I’m confused.

Come on, Mother Nature.  Deal with us straight.