An almost-April Fool's Day surprise
I'd been so busy writing most of the morning, a gray, chilly one, that I didn't hear the rattle of frozen precipitation starting to fall. But when I took a break to look out my office window at the suet feeder, I was shocked... shocked... to see the ground wearing, in various places, silver. While I didn't recall seeing any advance warning about this likelihood, a quick scan of the Weather Channel showed the "wintry mix" icons for snow and sleet. This was no pre-April Fool's Day practical joke. An accumulation of white stuff at the base of my favorite snow shovel posed an inconvenient question: "Are you sure you want to put me away?" I had been sure, but the weather made me less-than-convinced.