Today was one of those bizarre weather days in Virginia. It started out 70 and gorgeous with a slight breeze and the smell of spring on the air. I thought it'd be a great day to snap some photos of the tulips coming up under the maple tree. They look like little red stars amidst the slowly greening vinca.
We had the windows open, the heat off, just plain enjoying the day when suddenly the temperature dropped, black clouds were in the sky, and it started to rain. So we rushed around closing windows. Then it was about 45 and started to hail. No kidding, hail. Then suddenly cold sunlight and blue sky, so I snapped some more pictures of the tulips (which apparently had the good sense to close back up in the now cold weather, like little tubes of lipstick). 
Then more rain. Then more sun. Rain. Sun. More hail. Sun. It's like the entire season of spring has played itself out in one day. Just this moment, the sun is shining in the front yard and its raining in the back yard. All day, I've been watching, fascinated at the instantaneous changes in the weather. On days like these, I understand why we call Nature a woman, as if she just can't make up her mind about what she wants to wear.
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