Winter's Last Gasp (I hope)

On the last day of April, we awoke to fresh snow.

Come on, now, Mother Nature, Weather Gods, Whomever. This is getting old.

I love snow as much - nay, more - than the next person. But this thin layer of wet snow mixed with a layer of mud stuck to the girls' feet and fur something awful. It was impossible to keep them from bringing lots of it inside. I was happy to see it melted off by mid-afternoon.