Well, it snowed.
So there’s that.
I sorta knew this was coming. We watch the weather like hawks around here, so on Friday when it was a calm, almost 70 degrees I called in the troops and we saddled up and headed east to get the kinks out of the horses’ backs, stretch our legs and get our saddle butts back.
It was a glorious few hours spent out under that spring sky, visiting pastures we haven’t seen in a while, counting crocuses and ducks and blades of green grass.
I even saw a couple turtles sunning themselves on a log in the stock dam.
I bet those turtles are pretty pissed right about now.
I bet those ducks are booking their flight back south.
I bet that muskrat that found his way into our garage last week is glad the cat put him out of his misery.
I was one of them. I had emerged. I traded my muck boots for cowboy boots. I put on a short sleeved shirt for crying out loud!
Things were looking up.
I should have known better. Only in North Dakota would the end of April mean ice pellets slamming up against your window at midnight, turning a perfectly peaceful promise of spring into a snow day.
At least I didn’t go so far as to pack away my winter gear. I have a feeling a few creatures will be knocking on my door today, looking to borrow a sweater…
Coming Home: When the great outdoors venture inside
by Jessie Veeder