Get thee hence, foul snow!!
Give me sunshine, warmth, and a picnic before I go mad.
I have grown tired of the coats, mittens, and scarves, and long for that once familiar piece of clothing which brings true happiness - - - the swim suit.
Come to me sweet Summer.
Make Haste.
How I long to shake the sand from my children's underpants.
How I wish to partake of the free summer lunch program offered only in our semi-socialist city of NYC.
How I desire a meandering walk with my children at the slightly stinky South beach boardwalk.
How long have I suffered this bitter cold.
I shall sorrow no more.
No.
I shall only hope for the quick return of the Beauty of the Seasons.
Fair Summer.
Pictured Above: My humble chariot surrounded by snow.
3 comments:
Amen, sistah! Summer beats winter hands down.
P.S. I talked to my hubby and we think that coming to visit you is a good idea. =) I just don't know when. We have to figure out timing and money and all that stuff, but, oh, I'm looking forward to it!
No sweeter literature have I read.
I miss free summer lunch, too! Shaking sand out of your children's underpants...that's a good one!
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