I’ve lived in southern Colorado for eighteen years and I don’t recall an April with this much inclement weather. Usually April is filled with the anticipation of new growth, the budding of trees, and flowers. Sure, winter always has its last hurrah in April with a final dumping of white powder, but this has been happening once a week for the past six to eight weeks. I mean….really? Enough already!
Even Bear hasn’t started shedding his winter coat, not that I’m complaining about the lack of dog hair around here.
I’m sure the avid skiers in the high country are tickled pink. This flatlander and snowbirder, not. The only thing pink around here are my frozen cheeks.
So have I been in a bad mood? Yep! No happy camper here, thus nothing to blog about. You know the saying, “if you can’t say something nice……”