It is springtime in Wyoming. Yes, really. A few days ago it was in the 70s with bright sunshine, tulips and daffodils blooming in the yard, and green grass. The lilac buds were developing at an amazing pace, and I was eager for the bushes under my kitchen window to burst into full, glorious bloom.
This is what the world looked like out my back door this morning.
We have now had several days of snow. It warms up a bit in the daytime and melts some off. More falls.
I well remember the huge blizzard of May Day 1967 when the whole town was shut down. All the streets were blocked. First we lost power, then, when the back-up batteries were drained, the phones were dead, and, finally, no more water.
Two days later spring was back.
Not every year is like this, of course.
We would certainly rather be getting our water in the form of rain, but, when one lives in a semi-arid region, water in any form is good for the land.