The End of an Affair

Goodbye Mr. Winter. We did have some good times together, but alas, I have grown tired of you. I will always cherish the times we spent in front of the fireplace, snuggling under heavy quilts, and feasting on warm bread and hot soups. I must confess, there is another. His name is Mr. Spring Fever. He gives me what you cannot; warm, sunny days to look forward to and promises of fresh green grass.