
"The cold of winter lingers too long. Spring has been smothered in the waiting of its thaw and summer shall have been and gone before the season comes around once more for the snow's return. Oh Nature, what has mankind done to offend thee so grievously that you rob us of our summer and threaten our coming autumn with more months of floods and storms? Though I be seventy years of age, I have never known your weathers over a twelve month cycle be so unpredictably hostile. And yet, I'd rather live in England, filled with all its unpredictability than in the hurricane corridor of Oklahoma where the certainty of death and destruction is an annual event. " William Forde: May 23rd: 2013