When I heard the familiar swish slosh of moving vehicles meeting precipitation outside this morning, I thought I'd woken to just another rainy day in London.
But when I looked outside - behold! It wasn't rain! It was snow... Full-on snow that children were scooping up to form into balls and throw at each other... snow that had actually collected on the car windows and roofs of the no-doubt rattled London drivers. There was enough snow falling, in fact, to qualify as a snowstorm even by my native Rocky Mountain standards. It felt like a white Christmas in April (which is actually my birthday month).
Ah, I get the best presents.