In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
We have red squirrels. They are garrulous little things. I caught this one racing for a tree.
Dreary, bleak March. This is what springtime looks like here. Gloomy and dirty and unfortunately, once again icy. If all goes well, there should be some kind of relief in April. Or not. I'm going to believe that there will be. If there isn't, my belief one way or the other won't have mattered. So I might as well believe the best.