The calendar says, as does the sign:
And, for a few days, it did look like that.
But this is what we woke up to on Sunday:
(our back deck and outbuilding)
And by the afternoon, when we drove to Belgrade (80 miles southeast) for Ethan's evening preaching engagement, portions of the interstate were closing.
(the view from our windshield . . . our road)
(the view from our windshield . . . winding down our mountain)
Yes, my dear husband, I realize this was *not* a blizzard. But they were stressful driving conditions, nonetheless, with cars in ditches and drifting snow blinding our vision. By day's end, we had 10 inches on our mountain. Yesterday was a calm day with incredible cloud formations over the far-off mountains, and today looks grey. And with a forecast of a week of snow, I do believe I'll put over the kettle for some coffee and hot chocolate.
And we'll all toast the color of spring.