Sitting at the dinner table tonight with my family I watched the sleet hit the window, slide down the glass and gather in intricate stacks of frozen designs. It was like watching an uncontrolled, slow-mo game of tetris.
Here in the Mid-West Spring has a way of taking it's dear, sweet time. Like a five year courtship or working outside on a hot Summer day. It teases your skin with warm sunshine, let's you taste the fresh, clean breeze, lets you watch the snow disappear till there is only a few scattered spots of white on the brown, mud-ridden landscape.
Then you wake up one morning to a thick blanket of white. Nothing to prove that it isn't mid-winter, save the slushy remains of the snow-melt-stream that blazed it's way down your driveway the day before. You even find yourself catching a truant Christmas carol before it creeps too far into your head.
The trees protest as they produce more growth and new buds. It's supposed to continue sleeting, freezing, snowing and raining on through tomorrow.
Snow in April? This is Wisconsin after all. Anything can happen.
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