It snowed this morning. When I first went out on the deck this morning, I saw a few little plops of snow that looked more like paste or bird droppings than anything. I had to touch one to make sure it was snow.
When Dog and I were the farthest from the cabin as we usually get on our morning walks, another snow squall started. First, I heard thunder and saw the woods light up from a flash of lightning. For a few minutes the snow produced a mini whiteout. By the time I got back to the cabin my black raincoat was white and my hair was soaked. Dog looked like a powdered doughnut until he shook himself and miraculously returned to his usual appearance. Baby Dog was thrilled and raced along, skidding like the kid she is.
I took some pictures, including one of one of the Easter flowers hanging sadly and covered in snow. I expect this will be the last snow of this season. It was a short but intense final gasp of winter. At work in the valley, the snow is already gone.