Thunder Blizzard

​     When else but spring.  Where else but Minnesota.  As the last vestiges of winter melted and the first signs of spring appeared, winter returned with a vengeance.
     The Prairie Smoke plants by my office door had begun to green up and bud, the robins had been snowed upon twice, and the wild geese were nesting.  A foot of snow driven by 60 mile per hour winds and heralded by thunder put on hold any thoughts of planting potatoes or mowing grass.
     The old adage of the robins being snowed on three times before winter is over has been covered now.  The only problem is that last year they were snowed on about six times.  It seems we should have some real spring coming to us soon. We will see.