So yesterday it's 80 degrees outside and a deer is on our front porch munching on the lilac bush. Which is okay, because there will be no lilac flowers this year. All the buds died in the frost we had a couple of weeks ago. Somebody ought to get some enjoyment out of that bush and it might as well be "Bud". (Notice the ring on the deer's topnotch that looks like a washer? That's how he got his name. . .that little ring is where his antler will "bud".)
|"Bud" caught in the act.|
Anyway, so that was yesterday. And this is the mountains in May. And we need moisture. And we got it. And my husband is now doing "the happy dance" because it's snowing.
I am not amused.