Wishful thinking would not keep winter from revisiting. It was 30.2 degrees this morning, and in the otherwise blue sky there was one big gray cloud right over our house emitting light snow flurries.

It's my fault. I've been in denial all week. When we went out for our evening walk yesterday it was 51 degrees. I usually wear shorts when it's 50+ and sunny, so I wore shorts and a hooded sweatshirt. But there was a cold northwest wind blowing and by the time we got home it was 49. My final act of defiance was of no avail.

My Mom tells me every year, "don't plant anything until after April 15th." Someday I will learn to listen to my Mom. Hope our blooming azaleas will be OK.

UPDATE: I guess I should be thankful. It could be a lot worse!