Seven or eight inches on the way, it is said
We wintered in Arizona to avoid the cold and snow. We hurried home in mid-March because one of us did not wish to miss seeing the snow. When we arrived home, it was green, or actually sort of brown, dirty and barren. No snow. Sort of a disappointment for one of us. 
That was the first day. Since then, it has been white. Intermittent snowfalls. Cold. Windy. Dreary. Messy. This weekend, startled by the first 50 degree weather forecast of the year, eternal optimists opened the nearby driving range and freaks from around the metro area arrived to slug muddy golf balls onto a frozen pond. Today there is a barricade on this sad place stating that, if you must, you can get tokens for range balls in the main clubhouse. At noon, no one had taken them up on the bargain. There is more snow to come, of course. Last possible date for snowfall is sometime in June, I believe. Hope you didn't come here to get cheered up. Oh well. You can always watch Twins baseball in the dome. At least for now.
