Yesterday I blogged on the signs of Spring I've been seeing.
Today, those budding trees, daffodils, and I awoke to this:
Yes, that's snow on top of my car. Big, heavy, wet, snow. Only an inch, and it melted with the sunrise, but snow nonetheless.
In Oregon, March may come in like a lion and go out like a lamb, but in the interim, it reels about like a drunken mental patient.
Today, those budding trees, daffodils, and I awoke to this:
Yes, that's snow on top of my car. Big, heavy, wet, snow. Only an inch, and it melted with the sunrise, but snow nonetheless.
In Oregon, March may come in like a lion and go out like a lamb, but in the interim, it reels about like a drunken mental patient.
