I read this at In Real Life a week ago, and told her to keep it to herself, and Canada. But no, I just looked up and saw white stuff flying through the air sideways. It's the dreaded flurries and they are here!
And the sun was weakly shining an hour ago. Oh, I am a sad panda today.
However, I shall pull my cock-eyed optimism out from under the bedclothes and say boldly: "It is 36 degrees outside and snow cannot stick. This is a aberration and shall not prevail. It is spring, darn it!"
*whispers* "It is getting heavier and the hens all ran back to the coop. If I look to the west, the trees are hidden behind a wall of white."
Mother Nature, I shake my fist at you! I will get all Shakespearean and bite my thumb at you!
(I'll let you know how that goes)