Weather No. 12.
May 12. We were finishing eating dinner and I looked out our north windows toward Burch Mountain. Wait, what!? Those weren't clouds hovering around the top. That was… yep, snow. That's right. Snow in the middle of May. It's been that kind of 'spring.'
As the storm rolled through, I could tell it was going to pass before sunset and the remaining light would be spectacular. So I ran outside with Squish. Bedtime could wait.
As the storm rolled through, I could tell it was going to pass before sunset and the remaining light would be spectacular. So I ran outside with Squish. Bedtime could wait.
