Dear Mother Nature, I get it. You’re upset. We’ve been complaining for too long and you’ve had enough. Two years ago when you gave us that unbelievably sunny and hot summer, we complained that it was too hot. And too humid. And when our poor grass turned brown and crispy, we even complained that it was too sunny. (In my defense, I was approximately 700 months pregnant at the time and there was no temperature that existed that wasn’t too hot.) So, last summer you cooled it down a little for us. Less heat, less humidity but also less sun, so we complained… again. Like, just give us what we…