April what?

Nothing to say but … snow?!?!?! We really should have expected it, what with the kind of winter we’ve had, but New Englanders have the kind of selective memory that allows us to forget every spring that last spring wasn’t really very spring-y either. It allows us to continue to live here. So here’s to one last chance at sledding the President’s Lawn! (You could try sledding our front lawn, but you’d end up in the street. Not very safe.)