normally a march snow squall wouldn't bother me much but now that tender little perennial shoots have sprung up (not to mention yesterday's daffodils!) I'm more than a little concerned. Plus, temperatures tonight are going to get back down into the teens! I knew spring was too fickle to stick around. Tease.
Read from Nabokov's "Details of a Sunset" short story collection to my students today. I read "A Bad Day," all about the cruelty of kids and laden with description. Nabokov writes particularly well about smells, I think. And light.