Spring in the air might be wishful thinking

Tonight as Jeremy and I compared schedules and calendars for the weeks ahead trying to plan some different things our quiet calm was interrupted by the lashing of rain on the windows. Then the sound against the window changed. Was that hail? It couldn't be, could it? We ran to the window and saw that it was indeed pellets of white, which had completely covered our deck and the road. It was coming down in sheets, blown horizontally. While we were standing there at the window wondering aloud at the randomness of the weather a bright flash of lightening lit up the sky and a few seconds after the loudest clap of thunder I have ever heard, literally shook our house.

All those little buds that were trying to peep out for spring are now covered in a layer of white. This was the view from our front door.



I'll give it until the official first day of spring before I start officially complaining.