Our assumption that this extremely late Easter weekend would ensure atypically balmy spring weather for the holiday has turned out to be erroneous. We woke to snowfall this morning, which continued till afternoon when it was replaced by light drizzle.
The flowers I planted yesterday--columbines, primroses, anemonies, etc.--are buried under a blanket of white. The blooming daffodils, hyacinths, and crocrus are bravely defying the wintry scene.
The girls were amazed that the Chap had to shovel snow from the deck.
As I type this, he's laying and kindling a fire in the downstairs sitting room.
Tomorrow after church we will open up the cottage for the season. Because the weather is supposed to be considerably warmer and drier.
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