April 17, 2009

White Dog and I looked at each other and then took another long, serious look out of the window--it was snowing! In mid-April in Albuquerque we should be dining out on restaurant patios, throwing open the doors to let in warm, fresh Spring air, switching out ski gear for shorts and shades. We should not be huddled together solely for warmth, considering making a roast for dinner because it would mean that the oven would be on for hours as it slow cooked! "Where is Spring?" we wondered.