Snow

While I generally try to avoid complaining about the weather, even I make an exception this time of year. It feels like everywhere else is blooming, beautiful spring and we go from mud to this slushy, sticky mess. I think everyone I spoke to this morning was crabby. The generally crabby ones were extra crabby, and even the usually upbeat folks were crabby. It was a crabbiness convention. Which actually cheered me up, I thought, its not just me, everyone feels crabby this time of year.

It looks to be gray and sleety for the next few days, but it can't last. The ground under the snow is still soft and muddy. Pretty soon the hills will turn their technicolor green. I love that.