April played a cruel joke on us last weekend.
Just as we were getting excited about spring finally arriving; just as we were beginning to see the grass appear after months of being covered with snow; April delivered 20 + more inches of the white stuff and strong winds last Saturday and Sunday.
“Blizzard!” The weather man declared.
“This is not a blizzard!” my mom replied. She grew up in North Dakota and therefore considers herself a blizzard connoisseur.
“I can still see in front of my face,” she added.
Well, blizzard or no blizzard I got a lot of exercise.
Shoveling. Continue reading “Christmas in April”