Here's something I haven't thought about in a while. It smells like snow outside. It's predicted that the next storm blowing through could have snow at elevations as low as 2,500 feet. That means our little mountain could be snow-capped!

It would have been a great afternoon to have the camera. Stoney, dark gray clouds in the background. White-blossomed trees right out side the window. When the wind blows the blossoms fly around looking like snow flurries. (Too bad all snow storms can't be flower petals instead.)

Blossoming trees = allergies, unfortunately. And the cats are beginning to shed their winter coats. The air is thick with fur and pollen. It's sneezy city here.