Somebody forgot to tell April that it’s spring.

So I will.

Dear April,

You are supposed to be bringing gentle rain to cleanse the earth of nasty gray snow.

You are supposed to be warming the ground and calling out daffodils.

You are supposed to be giving midwesterners a lift, a spring in their step.

You are not supposed to be blanketing the grass with ice pellets.

You are not supposed to be making us wear turtlenecks and sweatshirts.

You are not supposed to be stealing precious spring days from us.

Shape up, April. We need you.

Sincerely, Me

Dear You,

Thank you for your reminder.

Let me remind you that it IS spring, whether it feels like it or not.

It IS spring, whether it looks like it or not.

It IS spring, no matter what you are wearing.

As Lilly Pulitzer said, “Despite the forecast, live like it’s spring.”

So shape up. The world needs you.

Warmest Regards, April

“Spring is coming soon. Our words must tell of it. Our mouths must sing of it. Our prayers must ask for it. Our actions must reflect it. Our lives must embrace it.”  From “Hunting Hope” by Nika Maples.

Dear April,

I guess you showed me.  Thank you for your cooperation. (As soon as I posted this, the snow melted.)

Love, Me