I'm sitting here at the computer and I hear little taps at the french doors next to me and on the air conditioning sleeve in front of me. Hmmmm...sounds odd, but familiar.
Dh comes in through the front door exclaiming how it has dropped several degrees since we were out earlier and there is now a combination of rain/sleet/snow falling outside. For crying out loud, Mother Nature! It is April 8th! Spring! Didn't you get the memo?
Right. I live in the northeast section of the US. Spring for us doesn't really start until about mid-May. In the past we have seen several inches of snow this time of year, and later.
So why am I complaining when there is obviously nothing I can do about it? Because I can. It is something out of my control and I have issues with that. I will watch it through the window because it is pretty - I will go out in it later because I have to - but I will not like it and I reserve the right to complain about it.
So take that, Mother Nature!