My contact with the outdoor world is limited on a day like this: I need to feed the cats, pick up Snowdrop, take her to dance, drive her and mom home, step out for a second with mom, then return to the farmhouse. If I tallied all the minutes of actual time outside, it can't be more than 10 or 15 minutes and half of those are early, when skies are plenty gray but there's nothing falling from them yet.
So I consider myself lucky. The farmhouse is warm. We are safe from a spring snow/rain storm's rampage.
But, it's surely not pretty out there! That is, after the morning walk to deal with the cats, which is at least a little pretty! Even the northern lily/daffodil bed has a pop up yellow bloom all ready to unfurl! And the southern front bed has plenty of gold in it!
Breakfast. We talk about... guess what! The weather.
I tell Ed we wont be seeing much snow -- not until evening and only for a short while then. Madison is right at the edge of the great changeover from snow to rain, so I remind him that we're slated to see more water than white stuff.
I am wrong.
Let's just hope the quantities will be small. I don't worry about flowers like the scilla siberica. With a name like that, you better be plenty tough!
But the daffodils will slump if the snow gets too heavy.
That's two spring seasons in a row with April snows! 2020 better deliver a sweeter outcome!
I pick up Snowdrop just as she is finishing an art project. Well, more like an art habit: give her a pink marker and a piece of paper and she'll go at it -- create her unique version of a picture story book.
Done? Can you show it off, little one?
Outside, she takes note of the snow. Despite her professed love of spring, she is excessively happy!
I tell her she is like Ed who, upon hearing me groan, retorted -- but it's so pretty!
Maybe. Just not this month.
It's dance day and so we rush through Snowdrop's favorite routine at the farmhouse -- eat n' read.
We make it to class just on time!
(today's story -- Alice in Wonderland)
Tonight, I'm the designated driver and so I take the girl home, lingering for a while to say hello to her brother...
(while in the background, the parents break into a spontaneous dance...)
The snow isn't huge. Madison has significant more of a cover than we do, even though it's just a couple miles to the north. Still, it feels very wrong.
It will melt within a day. But it is a crazy contrast to yesterday's green sprouts and warm sunshine. Spring in Wisconsin can be... complicated!
So I consider myself lucky. The farmhouse is warm. We are safe from a spring snow/rain storm's rampage.
But, it's surely not pretty out there! That is, after the morning walk to deal with the cats, which is at least a little pretty! Even the northern lily/daffodil bed has a pop up yellow bloom all ready to unfurl! And the southern front bed has plenty of gold in it!
Breakfast. We talk about... guess what! The weather.
I tell Ed we wont be seeing much snow -- not until evening and only for a short while then. Madison is right at the edge of the great changeover from snow to rain, so I remind him that we're slated to see more water than white stuff.
I am wrong.
Let's just hope the quantities will be small. I don't worry about flowers like the scilla siberica. With a name like that, you better be plenty tough!
But the daffodils will slump if the snow gets too heavy.
That's two spring seasons in a row with April snows! 2020 better deliver a sweeter outcome!
I pick up Snowdrop just as she is finishing an art project. Well, more like an art habit: give her a pink marker and a piece of paper and she'll go at it -- create her unique version of a picture story book.
Done? Can you show it off, little one?
Outside, she takes note of the snow. Despite her professed love of spring, she is excessively happy!
I tell her she is like Ed who, upon hearing me groan, retorted -- but it's so pretty!
Maybe. Just not this month.
It's dance day and so we rush through Snowdrop's favorite routine at the farmhouse -- eat n' read.
We make it to class just on time!
(today's story -- Alice in Wonderland)
Tonight, I'm the designated driver and so I take the girl home, lingering for a while to say hello to her brother...
(while in the background, the parents break into a spontaneous dance...)
The snow isn't huge. Madison has significant more of a cover than we do, even though it's just a couple miles to the north. Still, it feels very wrong.
It will melt within a day. But it is a crazy contrast to yesterday's green sprouts and warm sunshine. Spring in Wisconsin can be... complicated!
