The robins were ushered home on a warm nothernly breeze. "Spring is coming!" they chirped gaily from the bare branches in the yard.
Throwing on a flowered parka, I lept from the house in a flutter of excitement.
I danced in the streets and I frolicked through meadows, singing, "Tra la laaaaaa," catching the sweet, red-chested birds on my outstretched fingertips. Our melody was harmonious to even the harshest of creatures, and soon our exuberant dance was joined by floppy eared bunnies and grizzly bears just awakened from hibernation. The foxes were doing the tango and the walruses tap-dancing. All of us giving glorious thanks to Mother Nature for the introduction of warmer weather.
But in our excitement we had forgotten an important detail.
We had forgotten that Mother Nature has stopped taking her pills.
And Mother Nature, is quite obviously off her rocker. Out of her head. Completely MAD.
Yesterday morning we frolicked.
At noon it snowed, but with the sun still rejoicing and the air still warm.
Early evening brought a torrential hail storm that covered the Earth in a coat of white in under 3.27 minutes.
This morning we woke up to ice and snow.
The Robins are a little miffed they came without thinking to bring a big bottle of Prozac for Mother Nature (and possibly some Midol).
And our weather here is considered mellow. Honestly, Mother Nature, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.
Also, I do NOT own a flowered parka. (I can't believe you thought that was true. It's like you don't know me at all.)