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Where have all the flowers gone?

Dear Mother Nature,

I know it was pretty sad with me sickly and stuck inside on the couch and all.

Don't get me wrong, I love my couch, especially when it has pillows and blankets and snoring dogs and saltine crackers and bendy straws and a cartoon playing on the television, not one of them demanding anything from me, least of which that I stay awake and pay attention to them.

For all of the wonderful offerings of my couch, I have missed the sunshine and the breeze and the attempts at deciphering cloud shapes and, yes, even my bicycle.

But speaking of sunshine, what's up? Where has it gone?

I took the dog out this morning only to be confronted with my breath. "Hello breath," I said, "haven't seen you around these parts for quite some time."

Come to find out it has been frosting at night and has not yet gotten over 40°F this morning.

I am so glad that I did not plant any flowers on Memorial Day. I know you have missed my smiling face, but come on! it is June! June!

Since I am back among the walking and talking and living, I demand that you be too. I demand there be no more frost or hail or snow (!) or visible breath. Demand it, I say.