Im April macht das Wetter was es will

Tuesday was lovely. Lovely. Small Boy and I spent the afternoon outside, first taking a walk along the river, then cutting through the petting zoo, then curling back through the Old Town before coming to rest at the park by the university, sitting on a blanket spread out on the grass. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, the breeze mild, the panoramic view of the Alps unparalleled. Small Boy played with his buckets and became outrageously excited when the young men kicking around a soccer ball lost control of it and it rolled towards our blanket; heartbrokenly shattered when I returned it to them. Behind us four anarchist punks were listening to music and drinking a beer; couples kissed in the grass; a playgroup filled the Schanze with shrieks of excitement. Coats were shed, shoes removed, pant legs rolled to the knee. Spring, spring, wonderful spring.

Yesterday, it snowed. Snow. On the ground. On April 5th.

And so say the Swiss, im April macht das Wetter was es will. (In April the weather does what it wants.)