The precipitation outside our windows this morning is white and fluffy.
That’s simply unfair!
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That is the way of the world. I do recall growing up that we did not plant in Mom’s garden until late May or June. That was the same latitude as you are now so I guess the world still goes the same as it did back in the “dark ages”.