One of these things is not like the others . . .

Little Bunny Foo-foo hopping through the forest,

Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

Well, Easter is on it's way and I find myself in a strange mood. I am not sure if the strange weather fits my mood or if my mood is because of the strange weather. Either way, there is a bipolar zing in the air as the days fill up with beaming sun and relatively warm breezes, and then plummet downwards into sleet and snow. As I discussed with Jenny earlier today, I think snowy weather is fair game through the end of April. Once May comes I will start fretting over snowy forecasts, but not before. Instead, I accept it as the mystical wonderfulness (is that a word) of being in the Midwest.