The rain came in ice pellets sometimes pea sized hail, enough to cover the ground in pearls. The constant clicking on the windows sent me to my sewing room for most of the day. I would knit a few rows on my sweater then move a few pinwheels and knit a few more rows while I planned my next move. That was Friday.
April snow usually comes in big wet globs that splat on the windshield, that didn’t happen but then I didn’t drive anywhere either. During the night it turned into January blizzard, the clicking on the windows ceased but the wind continued as if it were breathing expelling great bursts of air with snow then almost gasping too catch its breath for another outburst. The snow was fine like sifted sugar and at times I couldn’t see across the neighbors lot to the next street.
Back to my sewing room I sewed a few rows together and knit some more.