weather

dear weather,
  you have been so lovely all week, and i have been basking in your sunshine and warmth, thinking happy thoughts and frolicking around the farm patting the ponies and carrying the hens around in my arms while considering plans for my spring veggie garden. i feel like our relationship this week has been mutually fulfilling, and even when the gas prices rose out of control and rylie boo chewed a snap off of my favorite jacket, i never whined, not even a whimper, all because you made me so happy dear weather.

and now this??? i wake up this morning and the skies are back to middle grey and theres this heaviness to the air and its COLD! like 40 degrees! the weatherman calls you a "wedge" and says that you'll be here all weekend to rain on my hunt plans and pasture fence installation plans and i quote, he said this morning, that you will in fact "dump buckets" of rain starting tomorrow morning. and now that my two day thin mint binge is over and clearly my high has worn off, he may call you a "wedge" but i can think of a few other things to call you!

we better have some dang pretty hay this summer, because that is the ONLY benefit i am seeing right now of having you around, mr "wedge". i mean really, why can't you arrive during the work week when we are all trapped inside at work and school- it's always the weeeeeekend! not cool.

considering a break-up,
ellie