Are you familiar with the folksy weather prediction about March, "In like a lion, out like a lamb"? March came streaking in here last night, roaring around outside the house and scraping its sharp claws against the walls and windows. As I lay snuggled under my quilts I thought to myself, either it's pouring rain and will wash away all the snow, or it's hammering down ice-pellets. This morning, when I heard the tell-tale rumble of a snow plough passing, I knew what we were in for.
View from bedroom window (blurry because seen through tears!)
Snow plough passing.
View (?) from kitchen window.
Give me spring lamb any day!
(As seen in Italy, but I'll take it wherever I can get it)