At the risk of destroying my reputation as a happy-go-lucky, always smiling, always cheerful, with never a harsh word to say (tee hee), allow me to say (shout) "I HATE SPRINGTIME IN DENVER!!!"

The rest of the world is enjoying mild temperatures, flowers in bloom and soft green grass. Snow? No, that ended long ago. Sure, many midwesterners and others suffer thru a miserable winter, but once springtime arrives, it is HERE to stay.

In Denver? Not so much. It's not reliably spring/summer until June. It's not uncommon for it to snow thru May; in fact, I believe that April is our snowiest month (or maybe it's March). Anyway, I've had enough. I've lived here 14 years and every year I say it - "I HATE SPRINGTIME IN DENVER!"

And, every year I threaten to abandon ship and go somewhere warm for the season, returning to Denver for Memorial Day. Unfortunately (?), spring is also the busiest time of the year for a Denver real estate agent, so I kinda have to be here. I do about 75% of my annual business before July 4^th.

Anyway, here's my last week... last Saturday, I got on a plane at DIA bound for the Deep South. As the plane was taking off, it started snowing. Apparently, the mountains got dumped on overnight and Denver was just seeing its share. But I escaped. Got to Alabama - 90 degrees, beautiful, sunny, perfect. While I was gone, it snowed again in Denver. Got back on Wednesday... brrrrrrr. Very chilly. Woke up today to 45 degrees, wind and rain. Temps topped out around 55 degrees. Not nearly warm enough to suit me.

My furnace is still blasting and I haven't yet retired my ice scraper. Such is life in Denver in the springtime...  NOT my favorite time of year.

Okay, rant over.