March 27th!?

You can't tell from these photos, but it was snowing hard this afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if we are up to 80 inches of snow total for the season. This is the view from my back door:



The snow was coming down on our tulips and daffodils that are trying hard to come up:



I think it will mostly melt by tomorrow. Snow this late in the season isn't unheard of. After the great tornado outbreak on April 21, 1967 the clean up efforts were delayed by a freak snowstorm. But it isn't very common. This snow wasn't as heavy or as slick as the one on Good Friday. The editor of our local paper called that snow "the consistency of a Slurpee," he was right. This was the lighter flakier stuff.

Tomorrow Violet and I have a shopping spree planned at the Girl Scout center. You can bet if I see the product sales director I'll mention Violet's missing dog. Our cookie chair blamed the delay on waiting for her to place a new order. The director gets enough "she said, she said" so I'll be more tactful but will ask if she knows the ETA of the dog.

Off to research ideas for a right-brained, hands-on learner to memorize her math facts. So far I like the idea of her learning all Multiplication Rock songs from Schoolhouse Rock.