It's Not You, It's Me - A Dear John Letter to Winter

Dear Mr. Winter:

When we first met last December, you totally swept me off my feet.

You promised me days and nights of quiet solitude.

You mesmerized me with your stark, icy landscapes.

You bathed me in comfort.

Quilts, soups, books and needlecrafts.

It was quite a love affair, wasn't it, darling?

Christmas was our Honeymoon, and what a Honeymoon it was.

The lights! The food! The coziness of it all.

I must confess to you dear Winter, that lately, I've not felt satisfied with our relationship.

I feel...

smothered.

You just keep giving so much.

Snow.

Cold.

Dreariness.

I have to think about the children, I mean, the chickens.

They too, have grown weary of your generosity.

It seems lately that you've been showing another side of yourself that I didn't see before.

I'm not here to diss you, darling.

I won't show anymore of your 'dark side'.

It's me, it's not you.

I fear our love affair is coming to an end.

You see,

I've met someone else.

Please, don't cry, you know when you do...it snows.

It's for the best.

His name?

Is that really necessary, Winter?

Fine.

His name is:

I know what you are thinking.....I'm sure you've seen it coming. I've been unsatisfied for a while Winter! This should come as no surprise.

I've been unfaithful. I've looked at seed catalogs, and websites you wouldn't approve of.

When we are together, I fantasize about another.

Spring has made a lot of promises to me, Winter.

Things that you weren't able to deliver.

I will always remember you my cold, icy friend.

I'm sure at times I'll miss the rest you offered.

I will miss our TV time.

I'll miss the soups.

We can still be friends.

It's not you, it's me.

Oh dear, I feel like such a