Meteorological Mixed Messages

Hail falls, white as winter.
Daffodils dress for spring.
The sky is blue for half the day
So the birds begin to whistle.

(Sometimes it's hard to find rhymes or make poems scan.)

The pennywort's found a nice sheltered spot to take root, do you notice?!

Meanwhile, today I discovered that there's a table tennis club meets on Tuesday evenings in the hall at the village next door. Hmm. I'm a bit rusty but ... guess where I'm heading tonight! (The poster says 'beginners or experienced' and I'm somewhere in between those, so I'm giving it a go.)