Dear Spring...

Oh Spring. What can I say?
You are so complicated.
I can almost call it trickery.
Is it for shits and giggles?

Do you like to see me with soggy socks?
Does it make you feel more important?
Like a big man or something?
When I am sweating in my wool coat.
Stinky old stains reactivating, do you think to yourself, 'heh I did that'?

You seem like a big pussy to me.
Half-ass claiming your territory.
You pretty much let Old Man Winter kick your ass everyday.
He comes in and fucks up all your work.
Refreezing everything.
Are you gonna sit around and let him do that to you?

I also think it's kind of mean for you to personally attack me everyday.
You seem to constantly remind me of all the shit I didn't do last fall.
You are creating work for me, mud everywhere, soggy old leaves in need of raking.
Old wood piles and broken shit is now visible in the yard.
Who do you think you are?  My Mom or something?

I have faith in you winning the battle but I really need you to give it 110% alright?
I expect nothing less from you.
Oh, and everyone wants it to stop raining so Fuck Off already!


                   Im going to need to see more of this




















                                          And less of this





















I stole those pictures from the internet....I hope I don't get cyber policed or something.