I've Invented A New Season And It's Called Werpingsnirt...

I'm sick of the four seasons and the idea that winter is snow, spring is blooming flowers, summer is hot and happy and fall is beautiful leaves. I don't know about you, but for me there is a huge gap between the beautiful snow and blooming apple trees for me. This is why I've invented werpingsnirt (an anagram of spring and winter). It's a nasty season, an exiled season, a season that doesn't look pretty knitted into a quilt. I hate this season most, as we all probably do. So, now it has a name that you can curse at and grumble under your breath when you find yourself trapped at the bus stop in a sudden werpingsnirt downpour.





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