Silly Groundhog

I suppose I feel just like everyone else. I mean, I think we all have things we love and don't love about the places we live. I remember when Reid and I first started thinking about living in California. I pictured sunshine, beaches, and a life of excitement. Then I visited San Fran...in July...and I had to wear a coat. Now don't get me wrong, SF is a beautiful city, and I'm sure it's full of excitement, but we don't live in SF. And sunshine? Yes, sometimes, but its not warm very often. Beaches? Well, certainly not like I pictured...I was thinking swimsuit and sunbathing, not coats and scarfs. You see it's getting to be that time of year again when i get the itch. The itch for a new season. I'm ready for spring, but here it seems to just keep raining. Now, some of you are thinking that rain means spring, but I'm not in Washington, or Idaho, or Rhode Island anymore. Here, rain means winter. That's right, no snow or frost to make the colder months worth it. Just rain. And don't confuse me with one of those people who doesn't like rain. I love the rain. I like to put on a scarf and walk under one of my beautiful umbrellas. It makes me think of Seattle, and I love Seattle. But rain is different each place you live. It might still be water falling from the sky, but it feels different. So here I am, with another month or two of winter stretching ahead, and all I want is spring. I'm ready for the flowers to bloom. For the sun to shine. For the fresh smell of cut grass. I want to be able to wear cute dresses without freezing, and enjoy the breeze in my hair. Silly groundhog. Couldn't you have just left your shadow inside?