Woke up to a few inches of snow on the ground. I peeked out the window and thought to myself, "Oh it's so sparkly and pretty!"
Then I pictured my slow, slushy drive to work. Blah.
Ok, blizzard. It's the middle of March. My daffodils and tulips are coming up. You would have been perfect in January, maybe even in February. But March, no way.
You were pretty, for like 2.5 seconds. Now melt, please.