Usually, the “snow” that we get at this time of year consists of delicate pink and white petals, falling from the blossoming cherry trees that grow all over Seattle. But today, we had the other kind of snow, the stuff that consists of frozen water falling from angry grey clouds, accompanied by blustery winds. I had a nice long time to enjoy this frozen water in its many forms (freezing rain, ice pellets, snow flakes), as did Henry, since his baseball team played almost 3 innings in it this morning before we realized we’re all wimpy Seattlites and that the correct response to this sort of weather is to tuck tail and run to the nearest coffee shop.
I hear it was 80 degrees in New England today. I think we got their weather by mistake, but I don’t know whose they got. Florida’s?