Weathering It

I'm feeling properly chastened for flaunting our gorgeous 70-degree sunshiney weather last week: there were small white things floating past the window when I got up this morning. It's pollen, I told myself. Pollen, pollen, pollen, pollen, I'm not looking out the window.

Little Bear grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the living room window, pointing excitedly. "Snow! Snow! Snow!"

It's not sticking, thank heaven, but the huge temperature drop was a very unpleasant surprise, and I'm going to stay inside and look sadly at my sandals today. So here are a couple of pictures from last Monday, when it was pretty out:

Come back soon, summer!