It's coming down again, but no snow day this time. I think it's a day to watch a film at school, not listen to Mrs. M explain the multi-genre research project. Decision made. The sweet peas are getting another generous drink as they stew and pop beneath the dirt in the whiskey barrel. Bill's perfectly groomed grass, receiving an icy coating, will be even greener when this storm passes. I shall don my clunky boots, smile a lot, make rice for the Writers Workshop class, usher the kids into their weekend and go with the flow myself. Spring is funny - she likes to throw us curve balls.