I woke up this morning to see big fat flakes of snow falling on the daffodils outside. Nice.
Poor Mom! She comes to Sweden for some spring weather (which admittedly has not been so warm since her arrival), and instead she gets to see snow for the first time in years.
“Up close and personal? In New York,” she says of the last time she observed snow in the flesh — just over a decade ago, when I was in graduate school and Mom hopped in for a visit.