It be May. Maybe.

Springtime in the Rockies is becoming predictable. Nice weekend followed by midweek snow. This time I got a little smarter and harvested some tulips before the mercury dropped.

This morning, it was 19 degrees, a record low for May.

It's good to have moisture; these storms have replenished the mountain reservoirs and lessened the likelihood of wildfires. But they keep freezing the buds of everything trying to bloom, and that's a bummer.