Snow?

The first voice I heard today was Stephen's, pulling me out of my slumber. "Mama! Mama, it's snowing!"

"Really, honey? That's nice," I mumbled, falling back asleep for another half hour. Later, after getting up, I opened the miniblinds and discovered he was right. There were at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground already and more falling fast.

I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I muttered to myself as we trudged to the car on our way to the boys' swimming lessons this morning. Winter, my most hated season, is not supposed to intrude on my beloved spring. It was 75 degrees yesterday! What is this, some kind of belated April Fool's Day joke?

Daniel was seizing the opportunity to throw a few last snowballs at his brothers.

"Don't do that, Daniel. You don't even have mittens on."

I sat in the car on the drive to Trenton State College gazing balefully out the car window.

"Look at the trees, Mama," said Daniel. "They're so pretty."

"I don't think they're pretty," sniffed Stephen.

I laughed at that. Stephen likes color and lots of it. His favorite color is red, but he likes all vivid shades.

Once I snapped out of my bad mood, I was able to look at the snow without rancor and realized that Daniel was right. The snow-frosted trees were lovely, with every branch and twig outlined in white. The yellow of the forsythia and the deep pink of the cherry trees peeked under their snow blankets, a reminder that spring is here, despite the late snow.

OK, so it's not supposed to snow in April. But I know it won't last long.

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