April snow brings...

Picture this: it's around 10:30 p.m. on April 3 in St. Paul, Minn., and the last time your humble narrator took a gander out his kitchen window, there was a coating of snow on his car, and the glaring light from an alley lamp revealed a gusting wind propelling snowflakes into blizzard-like conditions. Nice. Not that the narrator minds, however. He grew up in Montreal. No amount of snow experienced during his life in Minnesota has come close to the average winter in Montreal. And the chillier, drier weather makes his hockey-damaged joints feel much, much better. But even this sad sack wouldn't mind a legit run of warmer temeratures. Nothing crazy like the 81 degrees felt only a week ago. Just regular, spring-like weather, which, in short order, leads to this:

Yeah, the St. Paul Farmer's Market. How can you not love that?

And, underneath those nifty permanent awnings in Lowertown, you'll find scenes like this:

Yeah. The narrator likes his St. Paul Farmer's Market. And soon—sooner than you think—everyone will be able to wander down there.

Oh. It's still snowing.