A week or so ago, G said he thought we were past the last frost. I was not as certain. I’ve remembered several years where there was a cold snap late in March. Officially, the last frost is not until mid April. But this is the first year that I’ve remembered snow this late in March. I don’t think it got above 37 degrees today.

I finished the taxes and then ran some errands. At the store I overheard a woman say “Was it Easter we just celebrated or was it Christmas?”. Out in the garden department, women were standing in the snow buying geraniums.

It was slushy and wet but the traffic was snarled already by 2pm. Fortunately I made it home before it got really bad. I opened a bottle of wine and relaxed. Kitty was intrigued by the snow and spent some time in contemplation observing the flakes.