Yesterday’s joke was on Albany, NY, as Mother Nature laughed in our hopeful spring faces and dumped an afternoon sheet of snow upon the land. Such spring storms are to be expected. Dreadful, yes, but expected. They’re just so trying and taxing on the countenance at this late stage of the weather season. As I was texting with my Mom about it, however, she reminded me that it was a good comfort food and hygge day, so I did my best to embrace that outlook and make the most of the snowy scene outside the window.
The beauty of such snow is that it rarely lasts. Even when we’ve been walloped with six or seven inches of it, the temperatures have shifted so far that it doesn’t usually have a chance at longevity. Not that I want to test it out. We’re good. I honor the spring snow, take in its beauty, and pray for its quick dismissal.
