It’s May! Woo HOO! Historically, this is the time of year when April showers give rise to May flowers, in all their brilliant varieties. Tulips offer my favorite color schemes. I remember moving into my parents’ home on 12th Street, when I was about 4 years old. The family who’d owned the house before us planted tulips in the from yard planter box. Every year, in May, those bright-colored flowers would spring up. It was always a sign of new beginnings and warm Spring days to come.

So how come I’m still wearing my thermal underwear in 2017?! Why did I see actual snow flakes in the rainstorm that attacked my job-site trailer, this past Monday?! Why in the world am I still confused on whether to pack my winter jacket in the morning, or take a chance on the local weather man guessing wrong…again?! Why am I still in Michigan! This is the only state in the union where one can leave the house wearing a goose-downed coat at 7:00am, and return at 5:00pm wearing shorts, a tank-top and sneakers!

I think that’s it. Nothing spiritual about this rant. I needed to vent for a moment, simply because I started the day battling early-morning frost, ended up stripping two coats and wiping sweat from my brow this afternoon. I’ve got family in Daytona Beach, Florida. Perhaps it’s time to consider a Southern Exodus…