It’s snowing again. I woke up this morning to about 2 inches of snow and it was sort of exciting. I didn’t have a clue last night when I went to sleep that it was going to snow, so there was that little frisson of excitement, like the first snow of the year. It was pretty, every twig was outlined, and it’s not very cold. It’s still snowing — little tiny flakes. It’s a late spring this year and as much as I want to get out in the garden, well, I have a novel to write, and more sweaters to knit, and so a good excuse to hole up for another week or two is not entirely unwelcome.