The poor little hummingbirds coming to our window feeder shivered as they drank. Easter snow? How strange. It had been in the 80s during the previous week. I feared for the peaches that had sprung up all over our tree, but they don’t seem to have been damaged by the sudden cold. The Easter egg hunt was not actually that weekend, so Liam and the twins got their sugar fix without challenge (besides other voracious toddlers).