Yesterday it was 70 degrees outside. We had two soccer games, and I got a little bit of sun on my nose. All night, I heard the wind howl, and the sound of (what I thought was) rain on the roof. This morning, I woke up to this:
A beautiful, marshmallow-y world of fluffy snow.
Granted it is April - and my daffodils are all out of the ground - but really, the bulbs get snowed on at least once every spring. Right?