Come on Spring

Since this has been yet another disappointing winter here in the Commonwealth, I beg thee, Mother Nature to reliquish your grasp and let's move on already. I've got visions of tillering corn, blossoming tomatoes, and of course, a green golf course.

I know I'll be wishing for winter in the middle of the putrid July heat, but I long for turning the clocks forward and getting this preverbial ball rolling once again. Either blanket us in a foot of snow or grace us with your Spring. This climactic limbo is getting annoying and it's playing hell on my immune system.