We cannot control the wind, but we can adjust our sails.
Friday, March 31, 2017
It was thundering loudly when I went to bed, and when I peeked out the window during my middle-of-the-night excursion it sure looked like snow on the bushes. And this morning see that I was right. Definitely a sweatshirt kind of day!
The sky is too socked-in to see the peak (which had already looked stunning with all the snow) but no doubt <g> they got considerably more up there. At least the roads are clear for our shopping trip later; we need to get steaks to grill tonight.