Dear Mother Nature

Dear Mother Nature,

Hi. It's me. SMID. I'm sorry to bother you. You are probably insanely busy so my request may seem really plain in comparison. Perhaps even a bit silly.

You see, I think you haven't been flipping your calendar. I forget to do that as well. For a couple of days.

I think you forgot for a couple of months.

Yesterday, on June 15th, it only got into the low 60's. Last week I spent both of the boys' evening baseball games either wearing three layers or wrapped in a fleece blanket. Saturday was actually sunny and got into the 70's but now we're back into the 50's. A cold, wet 50's.

I thought we had a deal. In this part of the world we don't really have spring. That glorious spring people describe in the southern part of this country when the temperatures slowly rise, the sun is bright but not oppressive and, well, there is that smell of flowers and newness in the air.

Here we suffer through cold until May but then you wave your magic wand and *poof* we have warmth. But that hasn't happened this year.

So the only reason I can think of is it is because you didn't flip your calendar. It's o.k. if you haven't for a little while. Like a few months. I'll give you a few days to get your head around the fact that in this part of the country, it is actually June 16th, not March 16th.

It was an honest mistake. Looking forward to the glorious weather, once you flip your calendar.

Fondly,

SMID