It snowed in Saint Louis, but it was a wet spring snow, a pretty snow that had the good grace to not hang around for the entire day. Oh, there is a little of it left around the edges, but it is mostly gone and should be all but gone, come Tuesday, when snow is again in the forecast. I was up and out the door, at dawns early light. I wanted to photograph the snow, while it was still in the trees. I got some nice shots, but I also slipped on to my butt, ice on the stairs.

Later, Anne and I drove to the Gardens, for a photography expedition. On the drive over there, we could see the melting snow fall in clumps that Anne took to calling blivets. I think that she liked the sound of the word. I didn’t think that blivet was a word, or if it was a word, it didn’t mean what Anne thought it did. Neither of these opinions seemed to faze her much and she kept calling out “blivet”, when ever she saw one fall. Apparently, blivet is a word. It is World War II military slang meaning, “ten pounds of manure in a five-pound bag”.

For a snowy Sunday morning, the Garden’s parking lot was unusually full. The reason soon became apparent; we weren’t the only two people that thought a spring snowfall made for a great photo-op. Everyone seemed to have a camera in their hands there. We became separated, each of us intent on getting our own perfect shots, time passed and I decided to take an iPhone picture to post to Facebook. I soon discovered that my iPhone had no more charge left in it. So we are now separated in the Gardens with no way to contact each other. Fortunately, Cathy, my friendly IT support person happens by just then, camera in hand. We meet and greet and I ask to borrow her cell phone and call Anne to arrange a rendezvous. Cathy is used to me asking her for technology.