<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/33102987?origin\x3dhttp://lesanndeville.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

An Open Letter to Mother Nature

Dear Mother Nature,

You're garbage, sister.

The first meter-and-a-half of snow was kind of funny, but now, I think I would prefer the swarms of locusts. It has snowed 22 out of 29 days in February, and we have received 3.1 m this winter (not including today's snowfall). That is well over four times my daughter's height. The part of her brain that recognizes the colour green has long since shrivelled up from lack of stimulation from foliage.

In closing, we get it; you're really powerful, but this snow is bullshit.

Sincerely,
Michel