It sure did. Lots of rain, lots of snow. No walking. Well, some walking. Enough to snap a few shots, get my toes wet, and severely oppress my hair.
It was beautiful. The softest kind of beauty, but too much for some newly foliated shrubs and trees. And apparently, some power lines. On my way to Timmy’s for some sugary diversions, passed by a spruce tree that was full of tiny sparrows huddling and chirping amidst the fat snowflakes. Decided not to walk home. Too wet. Too wary of those swooning branches with their duvet-sized snow packs.