It's all my fault

Me and my meteorological optimism. I had put away most of my long-sleeved shirts, gotten out the shorts, packed away the down quilt and swapped in a lighter blanket.

So it’s no wonder Nature smacked me down when I brought my Spring-at-last attitude up from the lower desert to 6,000-foot Silver City and Mimbres. “Fool,” Nature muttered. “Take some of this gloomy, drizzly days with sub-freezing nights. Bundle up, kid.”

Of course, in order to make it uncomfortable for me, Nature had to bomb the Rockies and Midwest with more show and ice. My sincerest apologies.