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Dear Spring….

How I waited for you.

How I pined.

I missed you so much and yet now….

….with your constant….

….and I mean constant….

….rain….

….you have been a huge disappointment, dear Spring.
At least to most of us.

You were better as a memory. So much better, in fact, that–

YOU CAN’T BE SPRING! You can be naught but an imposter! Spring’s evil twin, mayhap? I’m on to you.
This, this, is the real Spring.

My Spring.

And so as Summer approaches, peeking its bright face between your dark clouds, to you, you soggy sham, I say–

….don’t let the door hit you on the you-know-what on the way out.
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Way too few long, warm, sunny motorcycle rides over the countryside!
Rain, Rain go away!! Where is our real spring?? Bring her back!!
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Send Rain and you will see your sweet, warm, sunshiny
Spring
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Signed
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Its actually GREEN outside, and my water bill rejoices. I could do without 4 damp, muddy, smelly dogs, but its a small price to pay for GREEN. Send it my way…..i love it.
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Blessings,
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By the way, I’m thinking that wet sheep probably don’t smell so good.
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That can get very cold…..
So now we are waiting for summer, given up on spring, and see what that will bring us.
A good thing, my strawberries have been exploding with colour and flavour…….wonderfull.
hugs
gwen
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Your pics are the closest I’ve come to a spring rain this year. :(
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Love your posts, thanks so much for sharing.
~Illoura