The spots on the pictures are snowflakes.
I know there’s no such thing as a warm snow shower, but this picture does not even begin to tell you how cold it was outside.
What I am attempting to show you here, which didn’t work out too well because my hands were shaking from the cold (and because I also continue to mistake the on/off button for the picture-taking switch), are my beautiful crocuses that were soaking up the 70 degree weather on Saturday only to be beaten down by snow three days later.
This morning I had to yank on my car handle to open the door. And because I’m lazy (and usually late), I left without scraping the ice off my windshield. Fortunately it had defrosted by the time I got to work – which I knew it would. See, sometimes it pays to be late and lazy, but not always.
April is the cruelest month indeed.