I love snow, but not so much on Memorial Day.
In Breckenridge, I met some friends who were covered in snow. It was almost June. Time for flowers. Not snow.
I sat on the snowy ear of a deer statue and I apologized. "Sorry for complaining." I whispered in her ear. "I heard you had a really, really long winter. I'll bet you're a lot more ready to feel the sun on your fur, than me."
I think she agreed.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.