Regardless of where we’ve lived, a storm of some sort often comes through on Easter weekend. This year was no exception. On Sunday afternoon of this Feast of Unleavened Bread, the snows began. We ended up with approximately 6 inches of heavy wet snow. It was a reminder that you never put away all of your winter gear when you live in Montana. Winter can pop its head up at any time. Anyone who has lived here very long has seen it on some level each of the twelve months of the year.
On another note, our barn cat took a break from mousing to focus on baby rabbits as her prey of choice for Easter. She killed two young rabbits and we considered this as a statement of sorts against the pagan Easter rabbit. (chuckle…)