It's not as though I haven't seen snow in March before - I remember at least one Easter Sunrise Service that was conducted during a snowfall (not a blizzard, but even so), and I seem to remember a major late-March snowstorm circa '93.
But in those days I lived in the northeastern US, where that sort of thing might be expected from time to time.
With rare exception, England doesn't get snow. Oh, sure, in Scotland... up on the hills, like the Pennines... the mountains in Wales... But most of the countryside gets an occasional dusting, and even then it's generally mid-winter.
Today, for the ...fourth? fifth? day in a row, we are waking to snow on the ground, gray cloudcover, and snowshowers. Even as I type, there's a visible "frosting" on everything. As Himself says, "It's a Christmas-card snow."
Unbelievable. If this is our 2013 British spring, I'm not sure I'm looking forward to the 2013 British summer.
But today, indoors, warm, dry, with a sound roof over my head - I'm glad to be here, and I know how fortunate I am compared to some.
Have a good'un, Sparklers - carpe diem!