Trying for Spring

I work in the barn, second floor. Out the window, there's a birdhouse, and the backyards of the neighborhood.

Cats often scoot by and birds use the birdhouse in season, so there's often something appearing out of the corner of my eye that lets me pause in the middle of typing a sentence, turn my head, and look out the window.

So I see motion out of the corner of my eye, turn my head, and see -- snow!

I think it's called a snow squall when a snowstorm blows up out of a sunny day, snows hard for 15 minutes, and then blows itself out again. Literally 15 minutes later, the snow on the neighbor's roof had melted, and we were back to sun.

I'm looking forward to spring.