The grass growing in the Summer is the quiet child who requires maintenance every once in a while, but really is not a problem, until you really let it go. Groomed and tidied up, that sharp look brings a smile to your face.

Snow in the Winter is the rage monster child, who requires immediate attention and has the potential to sadden your soul. Once addressed however, you look back and smile.

That is all for my fairly lame weather analogy. Well, all finished except for leaves in the Fall. That’s the child that you consider returning to sender.