The past week it seemed like we went right from winter to summer and skipped Spring altogether.  Gorgeous weather.  Blue skies, temps into the upper 80s; even a good old thunder storm thrown in.

We sat out on our sun porch for the first time since we closed it up for the winter, much to our personal contentment and the joy of two cats who got to watch an assortment of birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and bunnies frolicking in the incipient greenery.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Michigan.

Today, I’m sitting here typing and from time to time I am seeing flurries of snow.

Yes, motherfucking snow!

Now, granted, there is no chance it will stick, but still.  Come on.  Snow?

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Michigan.

You just have to love it.  (And we do.)