It's May 7. It's Mother's Day weekend. This is the weekend that it's supposed to be safe to plant your flowers. And it's windy and cold and it sucks. Did I mention cold? And windy?
Really. I am usually not one to complain about the weather. I live in Central Illinois. I enjoy the change in the seasons. It keeps life interesting. When I am cranky about 95 degrees and 100 percent humidity, at least I know I have below zero windchills to look forward to.
My son had a baseball game tonight. The moms were wrapped up like cocoons. It feels like football weather, not baseball weather.
Mother Nature, you can take this weather and...well...I won't say. What I want to say is not fit for polite company.
Good night. I am going to go wallow for a while.