When I was 9, it snowed on Easter. I wrote a story about it. It was called “White Easter,” and it was about George, Peter, Flora, Tommy, Susan and baby Katie – The Rabbit Family. It was Easter and I was 9 – of course it’s going to be about rabbits. In my story, the Rabbit Family has a wonderful day of Easter egg hunting, playing tag, and eating a feast of steamed dandelions, turnip stew and carrot cake. Then they look outside and see snowflakes falling from the sky. Someday, I’m going to publish it and turn it into a children’s book. It’s gonna be a big hit with the 3-6 year-olds.

After looking outside this morning, I think there may be a good chance I will experience a White Easter again.

Spring is trying really hard to burst onto the scene, though.

And one lone iris is taking a courageous stand against the snowflakes.