Yesterday the skies were dark and lowery, with a bitter wind. I hoped for the rain promised by the forecasters, but except for a few splatters, there was only mist and wind. It grew colder and colder. When I took the dogs on our usual trail hike, I wore multiple layers, a neck warmer, and a wool hat. By evening chores I was wearing all of the above plus my winter gloves and insulated coveralls.
Just as Stash and I got home to start cooking supper, it began to snow.
The wind screamed and the snow fell.
This morning looks more like November than mid-May.
I’m so grateful to God for the moisture, I don’t mind at all.