After two to three weeks of temps in the 60s and 70s, we woke to this:
About six to eight inches in spots.
While we need the moisture, I would have much preferred it in the form of rain at this point in the year. The roses were budding. The tulips peaking. The lawn greening. Le sigh.
The dogs LOVE it, though.
That's where they were playing. With each other. Can you believe it? I'm so happy for them. We may not be able to teach The Ivanator any new tricks, but he seems perfectly capable of remembering his old ones.