I am a seasoned west coast girl. Raised in rain boots, puddle jumping my way through life.
But seriously, February needs to end. Spring needs to start. It will be September before strawberries ripen, blackberries will be pushed back to, what? Thanksgiving?
A couple days last week got every one's hopes up. Today? Snow in the mountains.
Perhaps the end of the world is coming. Perhaps we're going to be drizzled to death.
Enough already, oh great weather gods!