We’ve reached the time of year in Colorado when I wake up, look out the window, and say, “What the hell!”

We got more snow while we slept–and all I want are clear skies and sixty degrees. It’s only an inch or two, but I’m feeling petulant. This is the time of year, every year, where I survey the US map and try to imagine a state in the warmer regions in which I could be happy all year.

I have yet to find one that doesn’t get crossed off for one reason or the other and so I continue to “What the hell!” my way through spring until we reach the end of May and I can be reasonably assured to be greeted with the weather I want. Which isn’t to say I don’t love winter when it rolls around…I’m just tired of it by the end of March.

What the Hell!
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