Two days ago I left behind 80+ degree temperatures in Texas, and arrived in snowy New Hampshire. At the risk of stating the obvious, it's wild how different the spring is in opposite ends of the country. In the Lone Star State, we're welcoming wildflowers. In New England, they're welcoming the big melt. Nuts.
Yesterday we drove up the New Hampshire coast and into Maine. It was cold and windy, but typically scenic.