Today is April 12, 2008. A P R I L? Outside my window snow is spitting on me. The temperature is 29 degrees and there is a wind chill index.
Fortunately, we won't get enough snow for accumulation -- but it is still cold enough for it to fall from the sky.
I cannot remember in my 61 years a snowfall this late in the year.
I want spring desperately.
I want jonquils, tulips, budding trees, and green grass. Birds should be twittering in the blooming tulip trees. The sky should be blue. We should be worried about grass mowing and dandelion removal.
Instead, we get snow.