Last week I polished my toenails pink in preparation for sandal weather. Last night it snowed. So the sandals remained in the closet, and the fuzzy socks came out of the drawer. The thing about spring is this: you never know what it’s going to do.
This morning the plants, somewhat confused, wore a wet blanket, and snowflakes fell on the poor starlings that sat stoically on the wire. The orioles were happy enough because the hummingbird feeder had not frozen solid, so they still had a source of food. My lab was a happy camper too. Black as night, she ran outside in the early light and dug her nose in the fresh white snow.