Cruel

Then, in a classic case of Kansas weather, Mother Nature takes your hope and smacks you right in the face with it.

MN: Spring! Ha! I vill crush your spring.  I vill kill your stinking hope.

(Really, you all should call me to hear me say this.  My accent as Mother Nature is pretty awesome.  Or special.)

 Poor frozen daffodils.  :(  

Oh, my sad, frozen Bradford is sagging under the weight of the ice. You can hear the branches clicking together. :(  

*Sigh.