My sister and brother are at the Outer Banks in North Carolina trying to stay warm in sixty degree weather. I am in Anchorage waiting for the snow predicted for Monday and wondering how I could have been so stupid as to take off my studded snow tires before May. Yet I wouldn’t change places with them for anything. Because the other day I took a walk in the gently falling spring snow while listening to the birds complaining like hell about the havoc the snow was wreaking on their nest building plans and the buds on the trees visibly shivered and wondered if they got the date wrong. It was a magical walk. Hmmmm….I once again must wonder how we all came out of the same womb. Did my mother fool around with the iceman nine months before my birth? I guess I’ll never know.