Yesterday morning, I woke up, went downstairs, opened the door, and nearly dropped dead of shock. April in Richmond and there was SNOW on the trees and cars.
I heard rain during the night, but had no idea that Al Gore had returned home to Tennessee. I should have known. His effect was felt far and wide.
Snow in Richmond. In April. Holy cow.
That wasn’t the end of it. It snowed more a while later, and there was enough snow that Sarah’s kids could make a snow chair. (She’ll put the post up soon, I’m sure, but when you have four children and it’s the first weekend of spring break, you don’t have a lot of time to blog. Update: Here it is, the snow armchair. I’d call it the Uncomfy Chair, but that’s just me.)
Someone make Gore go away. I want spring back. There’s something truly wrong in seeing green-tinted puddles of pollen and melting snow beneath your car. It was in the eighties last week, while he was gone. Al Gore, go somewhere that needs coolling down and leave the rest of us alone!