We woke up to snow this year on Easter. By the middle of the morning, there was a light layer of white over the entire yard and I found myself humming Christmas carols instead of whatever you're supposed to hum on Easter.
I suppose it didn't help that Finleigh was playing Christmas carols on my Ipod.
But even still. It did not feel like Easter.
Luckily, by mid-afternoon the sun came out and the new snow melted, leaving us with the few piles that are stubbornly refusing to melt.
We enjoyed our new yard in the afternoon. We've never really had a yard before - not one that was bigger than a postage stamp anyways. So, as I lied out on our trampoline soaking up the sun, I whispered a quick prayer of thanks for the little piece of outside that we now have all to ourselves.
I'm looking forward to lots of times in our yard this summer... if it ever comes.