If you look closely, you can see the crocuses, tulips, and forsythias blooming under all that snow.
Ok, not really.
It was 71 degrees last Friday. And now this. It's at this time of the year that the complaining begins. Not just from me, mind you. Everyone is struggling and trying very hard to remember just why it is we like it here so much.
Come June and July, we'll remember, but right now, it isn't that easy.
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