The grass grows while the sky falls

George: Mom, what are you doing?

Me: Taking pictures of the grass growing. What can I say? It's been a slow news day.

Me: Don't be looking down your nose at me.

I can't help it. I find growing grass exciting.
It's a nice change of pace from watching the herd eat cactus and trees.

I was so preoccupied with the little green sprouts last night

that I was oblivious to the developing storm in the background.

George: What the hell...

George noticed it first, then Lucy came over to tell me the news.

Then George circled back to be sure I got the message.

George: The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

Sure enough, Mother Nature was playing a rude little trick on us 

after a week of summerlike weather.

Hank couldn't be happier with the snow and the sudden drop in temperature.

Unlike me, who galloped into the house to build a fire in the woodstove.

The snow turned to sleet, then back to snow, then sleet, then the clouds parted and the stars came out.

With any luck, the little bit of moisture will be just enough to kickstart the grass and make those little green sprouts as happy as Hank.