Snow in Summer

Yes I know, that's the name of a favourite old garden plant. But for the purposes of this post it exactly describes our weather yesterday.

Bob was out in his picture framing shed, complaining that it was cold enough for snow, to which I laughed ironically. Ten minutes later he was knocking on the shop window and pointing triumphantly to the flakes falling from the (sunny) sky.

I thought it might be the volcanic ash but no, it was snow.

Today it's still as cold and I'm sitting at this computer in a cold corner of the room and I could do with mittens to keep my hands warm. Crazy.

The garden has erupted into flower though, no thanks to my neglect. And colour is everywhere.