Saturday encore ~ The perfect New Mexico snowstorm

We were all a little surprised to wake up to a significant amount of snow Tuesday morning, though we shouldn't have been. 

Spring in New Mexico is like that – 80 degrees one day, five inches of snow the next. It's part of the charm of living here.

I finished the morning chores, took a few pictures, then went back in the house

to drink coffee and wait for daylight so I could go back outside and take more pictures.

Smooch was not amused by the climatic turn of events.

With the grass thoroughly buried, the herd went back to grazing on cactus.

Apparently, if you scrunch up your nose just so, you can avoid getting stabbed by the stickers.

There wasn't a lick of wind, and the silence was kind of ear-y.

I'm not sure of the temperature, but I wasn't wearing gloves 

and my feet didn't get cold. Who could ask for more than that?

The soft light was ever so flattering on Lucy's delicate features.

Alan: I am so freakin' sick of hearing how beautiful Lucy is. 

Wanna start a snowball fight and put her in her place?  

It's just not possible to take a bad picture of Hank. He's handsome under any conditions.

Am I right or am I right?

Anyway, the best thing about a New Mexico spring snowstorm is that it disappears as quickly as it arrives.

By the end of the day, 99% of the snow had melted. 

The ground had been so warm and thirsty that there wasn't even any mud. 

All that was left to show of the storm was snow on the mountains, growing grass, and a happy herd.