Fickle Flurries

Sunday night the snow started and it snowed and it snowed. Of course, that was a true answer to this selfish mom's prayer. It meant Philip, Holly and Noelle couldn't embark on their journey to their new life without Grandma for an extra day. I did so enjoy that extra day! It was just the comfort cushion I needed.
They left, however, on Tuesday morning so the snow was no longer needed. It could go away. It was doing just that. Things were looking messy and melty all day Tuesday. Wednesday brought glimpses of the surface of the driveway. Progress towards compliance with the calendar was going along nicely. On the way to church, however, there were little white flecks in the air. By the time we got to church the flecks had turned into those intense fickle flurries of Mother Nature's fury. The drive home was slow but steady. My poor little bug couldn't even get up the driveway when I got home. Hopefully, it will be Mother Nature's last fluffy hurrah of the season. The five inches of white stuff that is ever so pretty in December has a totally different interpretation in March!
Well, it's St. Patrick's Day. The sun is shining - could spring be far behind?
2 Comments:
You're better at this blog thing than anyone else! I really have fun reading your stuff. Love ya, Phil
Jelly's just too cute with those fickle flurries all over her! Hope this is the last of it for you! We were at almost 90 deg. on Monday then back to the low 40's today! I am so behind on blogging; hope to get caught up tomorrow!
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