Ever since we moved to the Virginia Beach area some 22 years ago, I have been bumfuzzled by the weather. Cold one day, HOT the next day, downpour one minute, sunshine five minutes later. Up, down, all around.

I remember complaining about the weather to a preschool mom one morning shortly after moving here, and she, being a native of the area, said, “Stick around 15 minutes, it will change.” I didn’t get it back then, but I sure do now. She spoke the truth.

As is the case as of late. . . We’ve had a cold day here and there this Fall, but nothing with any regularity. I remember the day after Thanksgiving, it was 70 degrees and I was melting in my sweatshirt which I thought was appropriate for the end of November. I was wrong!

My flowers were confused because they thought Spring was here already. They were poking their heads up out from under the Fall leaves.

Then the next week, it snowed. Dazed and confused, my Gerber daisy spoke to me, “What say you is this freezing white concoction?” I apologized to my daisies, but not before stopping to take a picture. I apologized again.

Now I sit in my house bundled in my sweats and soft, cozy socks looking out through the frigid glass longing for the days in the warmth of the sun.

Dear Winter, If you’d care to make a quick exit, I wouldn’t be mad at you. Just sayin’.