Now that the equinox has passed and spring has taken over the calendar, the west wind blew up a snow storm. It is to be expected here in the northland. We got about four inches of new, white loveliness. This winter is the snowiest winter in 27 years, fifth snowiest ever in St Paul. And there is some of March and all of April to navigate. May, too.
I took my camera out the back door to record the flying flurries. It's not particularly scenic, but it is what it is.
After getting briefly stuck in my driveway this afternoon, and shoveling myself out, I drove to Fort Snelling's Fred Wells Tennis Center to play a couple of sets of tennis. Some of the fun of playing in a bubble is that after big snow falls, there are occurrences of snow clumps sliding off the bubble. They make a loud noise that sounds like distant thunder. We had some of that today while the geezers battled to a near draw - two sets 4-6, 6-3. Nobody fell down.
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It's hard to look at that photo. It doesn't seem possible that winter is still so persistent. And mean.
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