May 11th - woke up to a couple of inches of snow on the ground. It's 32 degrees outside and still snowing. It reminded me of a short poem I wrote a few years back after moving to Colorado from south Texas.
The winters here can be cold and wet and dreary,
but those days usually happen in January.
They say its springtime now, but I’m a bit leery,
I'm calling today the eleventh of Mayuary!