Forever Green?

Chicago, quit stealing our snow! As I sit here in my Twin Cities office I lament at all the green grass I see out my window. I’m almost getting the itch to GO OUT AND MOW. Oh well, I’ll have to get my exercise some other way. No shoveling, no mowing, raking done—I might have to volunteer some help in the kitchen. Whoa!! No, no, no! What could I be thinking? The mind is not willing, so the flesh better go play hide-and-seek. Dear Lord, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.