The weather forecast as I went to bed last night (OK, this morning) was for light rain, and snow another 1,000 feet up the mountain from us.
So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up at 7 and saw 51/2 inches of snow
out the windows and a temperature of 29 degrees. Wow.
Of course, it’s absolutely beautiful. And we did prepare for the possibly snowy week by bringing in a load of firewood for the stove. We’re nice and warm inside and glad for it. Mr. Wren had plans to go to a MG class this morning (he’s a county Master Gardener, and is mentoring a new student), but since he hasn’t bought chains for his new truck, he had to stay home.
Oh, well. He’s going to help me cut up veggies for a nice, hot, savory stew. Spring may have sproinged, but Old ManWinter looks like he’s not quite ready to exit stage left.
Finny McCool, who had never seen or bounced through snow before (he’s a Valley Dog) was absolutely delighted. After he came inside from his wee walk in snow up to his belly and I got him dried off, he raced around the house like a mad thing, rolicking and completely energized. What a hoot this little dog is!
Snowed in on the last day of March. Go figure.