Dear Mother Nature,

Let me start by saying, man, you're beautiful. I love everything about you. Okay, I mean, almost everything about you.

Don't get me wrong, you're great. Perfect, even. There's just times where I'm shaking my head going, "No...not again!"

No, don't take that the wrong way. I really do appreciate so much of what you bring. The sunshine, for example. Oh, it's just one of my favorite things. Its beauty, its warmth, its much necessary vitamin D, the glow it gives me in the warm summer months. It truly it amazing.

I especially like the slightly crisp nights that you bring. You know the ones I'm talking about, right? There's a chill, but not too great of one, you can hear the frogs croaking from afar and it's the perfect night to sit by a bon fire and just soak it all, I mean, you all in. It's something magical.

But and here's where I need to get serious for a second, Mama. The ice, it needs to stop. No, it's not funny. Get that smirk off your face. It's rude. Just. Plain. Rude.

Have you seen us trying to navigate your beautiful roads when they're crystalized with what you've dropped on us? It's not pleasant. What's worse is we really can't do anything about it, we just have to slip and slide and hope for a good end result.

I hear you're about to bring more of that our way and this time a bunch of snow with it. I get it, I do, it's winter. I should just suck it up and let it happen, but no. I say, NO. Okay, I say that but still I'm going to have to deal with it, but I just ask that you be kind. You see, last year, we didn't really get much. You treated us very nicely and I'm so appreciative of that. What I wouldn't give to have those temperatures again and that beautiful 70 degree Christmas Eve. I know snow is normal. It has to happen. But, for the love of all that beauty you hold can you please, just even this once, hold back a little.

Okay. Give us some snow. We haven't really had any and maybe some people miss it (I'm clearly not one of them) so give us a little. But, just be easy on us. We've gotten used to a lack of snow, you've weakened what we can handle as people. And by we, I mean me, but I'm sure I'm not alone.

So, Mama Naytch, I hope you hear me and understand where I'm coming from. We love you, we really do. Just be kind.

Sincerely,

Marissa