Snow in May

As I was driving H-Bomb in to school on Thursday, his last day of preschool before "summer" vacation, this is what greeted us as we rose out of the canyon:


You've got to be kidding. Snow??? It was only raining at our house on the ranch, elevation 5,300, but it was pretty cold. Not cold enough to worry about my tomato plants, but cold enough to require a jacket. Cold enough to annoy me, when it should be at least 70 outside and only four days ago I was hot in a tank top.




It wasn't sticking to the road, which is good, because I was also running a few minutes behind. Finding the jackets and wrangling boys into them. We hadn't needed to wear jackets in a while, so they were, shall we say, misplaced.

H-Bomb asked, "Mommy, is it CHRISTMAS??" The kid can't wait for Christmas.

"Um, no, actually it's close to summer. Your summer vacation starts tomorrow in fact."


This picture above was taken on our way back from town, elevation about 7,000 feet. Notice there is no snow in the foreground. There wasn't much snow in town either, which is fortunate because our fruit trees were in full bloom.


And this picture, where in the morning the ground had been white with snow? Three hours later it was all melted off, except for in the mountains. Freaky weather. H-Bomb was disappointed that there wasn't enough snow to make a snowman, or even a snowball. I wasn't disappointed one bit. And my tomatoes are still fine.