We had some crazy weather last week. It started out in the upper seventies, and at eleven o’clock on Tuesday night, I was on the phone saying, “It’s still fifty-five degrees out here, the sky is clear in the west and I don’t smell weather rolling in. I’m just not feeling this storm that everyone’s been talking about.”
On Wednesday morning, I woke up to four inches of snow. It kept coming, all day, topping out at about eight inches in town and upwards of two feet in some of the higher-elevation communities.
And then, as it will do in this part of Colorado, the sun came out and it all melted. It’s gone now, and it’s supposed to be in the seventies again for the first half of the week, but it was lovely while it lasted.
