Last snow

The day started out cold, with frost warnings and temperatures nudging 30. It didn't get all that much warmer, and with the wind kicking in, it felt like a fine day... for March. In the afternoon, I walked anyway, and I cursed the weather, as well as worried about the veil descending from several passing clouds—a curtain that, were it to reach the ground, would undoubtedly be spreading snow. I somehow managed to get home dry, but as it got dark, I made sure I kept the wood stove stoked. We really needed a fire. On a later trip to the wood pile, I swore I felt something chilly on my face, and, soon enough, it started to snow heavily. Within about 15 minutes, the leaf litter and everything else wore white. I had visions of May 9, 1977, the Great Mother's Day Blizzard. Fortunately, this little storm took pity on us and ended as fast as it had begun.