April is the cruelest month

So said T. S. Eliot and last night proved him right. Yesterday it was in the 60's and overnight the temps plummeted to a frosty 24 this morning.  Add to that 2-3 inches of snow.

My daffies had just started blooming and look at them now.  I tried to lift up the flower heads from the sidewalk but they were frozen solid and the stems were like sticks of ice.

The only flowers I had outside were pansies in a big pot by the front door.  I always buy pansies as soon as they are available, the only thing you can put out so soon.  Last night I took them inside.  I knew that the plant wouldn't be killed, but the flowers would have been as frozen as these daffodils.

I tried to take my usual 7AM walk and was bundled up in my mid-winter gear for the frigid weather but I got as far as the corner of my street and turned back because of the black ice.  I didn't want to take a spill.

I well remember my first Easter in Connecticut on April 6, 1969.  We had a surprise storm with 12 inches of snow, so this little glitch in the weather shouldn't surprise us. Hopefully it will warm up for Easter this Sunday.