Dear Curiosity Journal,

Ostentatious snowflakes vaunt through the atmosphere and transfigure the terrain. On the farm, no one clutches their pearls in mid-April snow. We know our average last frost date isn’t until mid-May and April is well within Her rights to slide back into winter wear. She will forever don the dress she fancies, free from the bitter contraventions of Her human inhabitants. So we elect to embrace Her in every fashion, even when others call it out of season. The sheep and I take shelter to watch the Driftless take another spin on the runway dressed in white, and suddenly their wool is back in style.