April doesn’t always bring showers around these parts (and the May flowers are still pretty skimpy at this point)! I’m not complaining in the least as I can practically hear the parched soil slurp up that iced water.
If you’re wondering about the title of this post, you can thank a rather drenched customer who walked into the library this morning and announced that it was “snraining” outside. By the time I walked home a few hours later, it had turned to certifiable sleet. We’ll take it, happily.
Flowery Prose. 