A couple days ago we were basking in the warmth of three weeks of weather mostly in the 70s, warm, sunny days punctuated by a few thunderstorms here and there. We put away the winter clothing. Took the comforter off the bed.
Lawns were green. Trees had blossomed and now were leafing out in fast pursuit of summer. When the weather folk started talking Thursday about cold fronts and the chance of snow for the weekend, we thought it was a tasteless joke.
Can you believe it? It got cold Friday, and in the afternoon it started drizzling. Somewhere about 7:30 Saturday morning it started snowing. Big, gloppy snowflakes coming down think and fast enough you really didn’t want to drive anywhere. It’s supposed to warm up a little on Sunday, and then be back in the mid-70s by Tuesday. Go figure.