I don't know why we are still surprised in Chicago when we wake up one April morning to see snow outside.
Even if it is halfway through the month.
Even if it was 83 degrees last Sunday.
We washed the car out front in the driveway.
The kids wore their bathing suits.
An hour north of us (by my brother's house) they got three inches. It was less than an inch by us, but still enough to make puddles in every parking lot when it melted.
Which it did, thank God.
We thought since Easter was so late this year, we might actually get the chance to wear those sleeveless dresses that look so much like Spring. And we may still be able to do that.
Underneath our parkas.