The weather has been downright intoxicating lately. I took a walk into town yesterday and pulled off my coat before I had gone very far because I was too warm with it on. The sun was shining, the grass was green, the flowers were blooming, and the wind was behaving itself—mostly.
And yet it snowed.
Not much—just flurries, really—but it was quite odd to be walking down the street without a coat on because I was warm, just to have snowflakes alighting on my nose and eyelashes.
Also, this is the point where I realize that none of the pictures for the week have anything to do with spring or flowers or wind or snow or anything.
Things in my life rarely make logical sense.
Like snow when it’s 7 degrees* outside.
* You know, Celsius and all that.
