Actually that was not what I was dreaming of, but that is what we got. Every time we start making a little progress on melting the winter snow, Mother Nature comes along and gives us some more. In my mind (formed when I was a kid living in a more southern clime) I always associate Easter with daffodils, green grass, and colored eggs, but after living so long in the Robson Valley I really should have changed that perception. Oh well, it is what it is.
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