I love Spring!  New life, warmer weather, no insects... then why am I so miserable?  I figured it out; when it's either hot and humid or cold and icy, I don't mind being inside; heck I prefer it!

I am physically unable to do much of anything.  Rake?  Pull dead grass?  Take a drive somewhere with the dog and hike?  Nope, nope and nope. I'm usually able to accept my new life, yet I still have days when I want to shake my fist to the sky and yell, "THIS REALLY SUCKS!"

So I sit on the porch with my pooch, feel the warmer breeze on my face, notice that my rose bush has buds on it, and be grateful that I can get to the porch, feel the breeze on my face, and see those buds...