What the?

I woke up Sunday morning and thought, Wow, spring is almost here. The daffodils in the front yard are peeping through the four inches of freshly fallen snow; the birds are migrating north, east, west, anywhere but Utah, for warmer weather; I think I'll wear thick tights and a scarf today. For fun!

So like a happy-go-lucky kid I went for a walk in the slush, came back with squelchy feet, and scraped Oscar (my green car) for ten minutes. At that point I realized I had covered myself in everything that had once been piled on my windshield and my feet were swimming inside my dress shoes. Snow fell all day and this morning Provo woke up to three more inches of snow. I received a phone message from my mom. She left it while boarding a cruise ship in Southern California. She wanted to say goodbye because she will be out of range for all of her spring break.

Yeah. Right.

BYU doesn't have spring break. Scholastically or environmentally.

I think I'll go spring skiing this week. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.