April 25th, 5 more days left in April and 5 more days in the Ultimate Blog Challenge. It is still snowing. My world is pretty in white. The pink garage door is a beautiful accent. I am tired, having stood the while, prepping and putting all the ingredients for chicken soup in the Instant Pot. I feel the snow in my bones. While it is not devastinating pain, it is the ache that can make you scream. So, a tylenol, a cup of tea and a few words of complaint for ease.

The sun is struggling through the grey. Some is better than none. The greenhouse feels amazingly warm at just a little above 10℃. I had to shovel or wade through the deep snow to get to its door. I shoveled. The snow was wet and heavy. It was good exercise. I filled a bucket and added it to the half pail of water inside. Then I filled the bucket again. It will melt down for more watering the beds and seedlings. I hope this will be the last snowfall till next winter. The forecast says flurries are expected to start in 38 minutes. But just now the sun burst through the grey as if to say, No!

Needless to say, the weather and life are a bit strange these days. I feel as if I am living in Margaret Atwood’s science fiction. It would be nice that I’m just having a bad dream. It would be wonderful if when I wake up, there’s no snow and no climate change, no Donald Trump, Pete whatshisname, Kash Patel and all their gang. I wonder if that’s too much to ask for.