It has been dumping snow all morning. We have about an inch now, and still falling. On April 19th. How completely odd. However, it is my dad's birthday today and he told me that when I was about 5 or so, we had a snow like this on his birthday. We even went out and made snowmen it was so deep. I have pictures. It is odd... but not unheard of for 20 years ago. Is it strange that that makes me feel better?
Pox are going well. About half are dried up now. I was right, yesterday was the worst. He slept badly the night before, and was just a crank all day long. Today, he woke up, nursed, rolled himself out of bed, and was into stuff before I could find my bathrobe. So he is feeling better. He has been running around 'chatting' with everything. His little squeaks make me happy today. It means he doesn't hurt.
I took a picture of this flower an hour later: