…for schizophrenic spring weather.
This has been a crazy spring. Last Monday, I went in to the grocery store and got totally sucked in to their cabana-like display which housed grills, charcoal, lighter fluid, and more. And I bought myself a big bag of Kingston…because even though Monday’s high was 46* and up to 6″ of snow was predicted overnight….
I knew Saturday was supposed to be a high of 74*. That’s a difference of 28, friends. Twenty-eight. When I lugged my giant bag of charcoal onto the checkout conveyor, the cashier looked at me, looked out the window at the heavy sleet that had just begun falling, and said, “That is a faith purchase, young lady.”
Faith purchase indeed. But my faith was rewarded, because into the 70′s the temperature went this weekend, and there was great rejoicing in the Land of 10,000 (Frozen, Unfrozen, then Frozen, then Unfrozen) Lakes. Even though nobody wants snow in April, I have to admit that these late-spring snowfalls were gorgeous. And so, at Eric’s encouragement, I strapped Owen on my back and made the most of it by taking some pictures that tried to capture this unseasonable beauty.