There we were minding our own business having a little walk up on the top of the second ridge when fat snowflakes started to fall. Walking across all that emerald grass while the air filled with fluff was like being in a pillow fight with Mama Nature.
Then the wind kicked up and blew the daffodils around. The snow streaked sideways.
Heck with it. We went home. The snow went wherever snow goes in April. The wind blew some more. We had dinner followed by a show.
I tell you, sometimes that brat Mama Nature makes up for it.