This is some real end-of-days shit.
Closer to home, we’ve had such unpredictable weather the last few days. On both Saturday and Sunday, the sun came out long enough for me to sit outside and read while Leo romped. He doesn’t do Isis’ springtime bug trot, but that probably would have just bummed me out.
Also on both Saturday and Sunday, it got cold enough for me to wear my North Face parka, which is supposed to be retired for the season by now.
It’s April 18, and I don’t know even know which color tulips are blooming in my yard, because they’re still buds.
This morning, I saw a few minutes of hail that turned to rain. On my drive south from Bellingham to Mount Vernon, it snowed. Really snowed. I don’t want to oversell it, but the phrase “whiteout conditions” came to mind as I drove through it. Snow flocked the trees and iced the bumps between lanes and stuck to the ground on either side of the freeway.
No snow in Mount Vernon, just rain. Enough rain that I left a ream of recycled paper in the car rather than get it wet.
And now? It’s sunny. I had to take off my jacket because I was too warm when I drove to the co-op for lunch and I’m worried about the produce I left in the hot car.