After staring out the door onto the deck, my boss leans in to ask me when it's going to stop snowing.

April, I respond.

That's what it seems anyway.

The snow is piled up well over the seats of the chairs that we often sat in for lunch during the summer. The snowflakes swirled continuously throughout the day, with big flakes for a short while.

A pretty day. Okay. But enough already!!

Seriously...