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Contributed by Karen Kelly, Bleached Blonde Mind

Plants and flowers thrive on it. Superman derives his power from it.  And the Midwestseems to have forgotten what it actually looks like. I’m speaking of course, about the sun.  And, since we’ve not seen it for the past two-thousand or so days (ok, yes, I tend to exaggerate), we are “done tuckered out.”  The ark is taking up way too much room in our garage.  My umbrella is a fixture in my purse.  And my arms are getting tired from paddling to work.
I’ve been told that people from Seattle call in sick when the sun shines, so they can enjoy the big yellow ball in the sky, since the event rarely occurs.  It makes total sense that a family of vampires would live in that area.  But in this area, by springtime, we are supposed to be able to rejuvenate our senses and rejoice in the end of a long, cold and dreary winter by playing in the sunshine.
Except we really haven’t had much lately, to speak of.  And when we do, I would not blame anyone that lives here to “pull a Seattle”. Even the dogs are laying near the bright lamps, trying to pretend they are basking in the sunshine. 
There are pluses, of course.  I’ve saved on sunscreen.  I’ve not had the desire to go swimsuit shopping (trust me, this is a huge plus), my fern and moss are growing by leaps and bounds, and our lawn looks like a PGA golf course. 
Then there are the downsides: my deck appears to have a green hue – and will have to be power washed of the mildew first chance we can get; the birds have decided our cedar house is a much more attractive and warm place to build a nest than the cold trees in the woods behind the house; my off white carpet now has a new pattern – it’s called “paws of all sizes”; my wardrobe is being shuffled back and forth between the “winter clothes closet” and the “summer clothes closet”; and we have to use a giant umbrella to BBQ outside. 
Short of feeling like I’m beginning to channel Edward and his clan, I’ve decided there is nothing more to do than embrace the wetness and shout praises when the sun, once again, finally decides to shine.  So, let’s do the positive thinking thing.  You ready?  All together, let’s sing the song that Paul, George and John wrote – during their apparent stay during a very long spring in the Midwest:
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.*

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