Our son called this morning from the Phoenix airport where it was 55 degrees and sunny, and I had to tell him that our frontyard looked like this:
Yep, we got about 8 inches of snow during the night, the most for this time of year since 1989, according to the paper. Welcome home, Carl!
Since almost everything was cancelled, including choir tonight, I had time to do some quilting this afternoon and also finished this hat that Jill asked me to make for a friend. (Her friend is adopting a toddler from Russia.) Apparently checking out the hat was exhausting, for the next time I saw Mocha, she was sound asleep.
And in another room, Ginger was also resting. I guess it was just that kind of day.
Spring, where are you?