We woke up to 1/4" of snow this morning. Here, in temperate, rainy Oregon, we are having freak snow storms in mid April.
My sweet husband is out, right now, hanging the doors on the chicken coop - we're almost finished. The plan was to move my twelve 6-week-old girls from the garage out to their new home this weekend. Unless we figure out a way to install a furnace out there in the next few hours, that's probably not going to happen.
Here's tonight's forecast:
I guess it's a good thing, for once, that I was kind of late getting my potatoes and peas and radishes into the ground. Otherwise, their tender little heads would be poking up out of the ground and be in danger of freezing.
Tomorrow, it's supposed to be snowy on and off throughout the day.
I just don't know what to make of this.
P.S. Did I mention that it was 81 degrees here last Saturday?