Of course T.S Eliot said that about April and Ernest Hemingway discusses the problems of a "false spring," something we definitely seem to be experiencing in this corner of the world. I awoke to find accumulated snow on the neighboring roofs and our balcony and flurries swirling in the wind. In fact, it sounds like our house is going to blow down with the gusts that keep coming.
I realize that blogging about the weather isn't terribly interesting but maybe someday I'll want to refer back when I'm experiencing life on the other side of the coin in the heat of Texas.
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