The weather reminds me of the Allen Sherman song Camp Granada, where, in the mandatory letter to home, he bemoans the weather and lists all the hardships of being at summer camp only to say at the end that it's stopped raining, the sun is shining, forget everything he just said.
It's spring.
Volatile weather is the order of the day (hour?) Haven't had any hail yet, but it's just a matter of time. Had a couple of thunder showers already, a very rare occurance for this area. Usually it just rains. Harder or softer, rain, and more rain. The warmth and rain have roused the grass out of the dormant stage. It's alive! It's growing! As are the weeds, but that's a different battle.
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