Foolish April

It isn't that unusual to get a smattering of wet, heavy snow here on April Fool's Day.

It's rather pretty, not too cold and the air is very freshly moist, a welcome break from the bone cracking lack of moisture we have all winter long. If I listen carefully, I can hear my skin saying 'aahhh' when I'm outside.

All the slush in the back garden does mean I have to dry the three dogs EVERY time they come in from a potty break. That's a lot of paws. But what else do I have to get done, besides a list of twenty things?