April 21, 1945, seventy-six years ago, my grandparents brought my mother home from the hospital in a blizzard.

I’m not surprised.

The social media posts are exploding over the snow we received here in the Midwest. Some are claiming it’s an historic first.

Wrong.

Mother was born April 6th and at that time, mothers and babies remained in the hospital for at least two weeks. When they left the hospital, it was a blizzard.
Some plants and flowers may have been killed and that’s sad.

A college friend has over 200 hostas and other wonderful, beautiful plants; I feel for Bryan. I know I love seeing photos of his hard work and gorgeous flowers every year.

Hang in there, Gang.

We’ll get there, sooner or later. In the meantime, make it a great day and just enjoy the beauty.