It must be March.
Friday afternoon last week I was at work as the tornadoes that killed quite a number of people in Indiana and Kentucky passed by us. We were prepared to shelter in a windowless room, but it proved unnecessary.
Monday morning I woke to this.
The prediction had been for "one to three inches" and I had one inch in some places and three inches in others. Good call.
It was a very heavy wet snow (the cedars are usually upright):
And on my way home that afternoon I saw five very large snowmen, and one that I think was supposed to be a baby. It was sitting down in a very toddler-esque posture, anyway. Two of the snowmen were on the grounds of a Masonic Lodge, so I think they were made by grown-ups.
It is fairly obvious which car is going to work and which one is staying home.
Two days this week were shirt-sleeve weather in the afternoon. What more has March in store for us?