For my dear friend in Paris…

We’ve had wind—and I mean WIND—these past few days.

In fact, at times, gusts of Hurricane force.

The house has groaned and moaned as gale force winds have whipped around the house, laying the grass flat. (Wish that I could capture THAT with my little Nikon.)

Sunday afternoon—after a sunny but windy morning—the sky turned dark and ominous, with those heavy, low hanging clouds that look ready to burst forth with flood waters at any moment.

In fact, the Legal Dude was so taken with the clouds that he called me to “come look.”

Poor dude, stuck inside all these days, hadn’t a clue that I’d see and tried to take photos of these very same clouds.

Remember these clouds on the way back from Tie Siding?

Monday morning, the westward sky was dark and foreboding, as if a mean, mean storm was brewing.

Heading out at 10:30 Monday morning, I had hopes of finishing all errands before the rain—and possibly hail—started to fall.

Alas, I didn’t make it home, under the safety of the garage, before the heaven sent forth it’s wrath—and wrath it was!

It started to hail as I walked out of Safeway

I’ve never been in a car with such hail—although mostly smallish pellets—and at times I feared the ice would break my windshield or sun-roof, or at the very least leave telltale dents.

No dents, just lots of ice

Fortunately, my fear was for naught, this time.

What came next, dear walking companion, was snow.

Yes. You read correctly, snow!

Not just snow, but a blowing little blizzard of a mix, with reduced visibility.

Ice pellets cover the Jr. High track

I hope my neighbors tulips survive

So while you and your Legal Dude are enjoying the sunshine in beautiful París, think of us dear friends, as we wait—and wait—and wait...

Windblown snow covers the mailboxes

No dear friends, those are NOT white blossoms

Gorgeous...no?

In less than four weeks it will be summer, yet we're still waiting for Spring...