I just love the month of May. It is by far the best of all months. I am not just saying this because it is the birth month of yours truly (but that does add an extra heaping of goodness to this already fine month). Sunshine becomes a common occurrence. No bugs/mosquitoes for at least a month here in the great state of countless lakes, and the air is dry and clear. The trees bloom, and everything is green again. The rains of April have washed away the memory of winter, and the sun grows warmer and sets later every day.

Of course, I realize that this is an evil ploy to misdirect my disdain of winter and cloud my memories of mounds of snow and frozen windshields. I say to you now evil winter, "I will remember you, and it was that bad!".