The date? May 1st.
There's nothing quite like snow in your tulips to make you want to compose a letter full of expletives to Old Man Winter.
Perhaps the most annoying thing is the fact that it still surprises me. After living in Utah for a combined total of 12 years, you'd think I'd be used to the fact that Spring and Fall are nothing more than brief two-week intervals between sweltering heat and butt coldness. But this Spring has been especially lame, with many snowfalls in late March and April.
Dan says you know you're in Utah because it's guaranteed to snow by his birthday, October 20th. I thought we might get lucky this past Fall, it seemed unseasonably warm, but lo and behold, the morning of October 21, 2007 Lily awoke with joy to discover it had snowed during the night.
Note all the leaves and apples still growing on the tree!
Ah, well, I guess Utah has other fine qualities. Like Slick Rock and thick shakes.
I remember when I was in 4th grade, living in Virginia, a friend of mine and I made up this nonsense song that went: A snowy day in the month of May, I like to ski on top of a tee... It seemed so implausible in that time and place.
For more commentary on snow in May, you must check out my friend Matt's blog post So Much for Global Warming! Amen, brother!