“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative. ~ Oscar Wilde
That quote just about sums up how I am feeling tonight. I am spent with little energy to write something imaginative, so here goes.
Mother Nature you are most unkind.
I’m cold then I’m hot; I am loosing my mind.
25 five in the morning must warm up the car
50 by noon with the window ajar.
I don’t understand this whole weather thing
But holy moly – where is Spring?
Rita DiCarne 
I love the rhymes. Spring is fashionably late.
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Hey that’s pretty good for having no energy!!! Great job! 🙂
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Thanks.
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So great! Simple, but so relatable and TRUE!
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Yes! This is exactly how I was feeling today! Love the rhyme. 🙂
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Amen. My thoughts, exactly. This push to the end of March is rough in so many ways!
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