Yesterday qualifies as a day of contrasts.
There was a sharp wind accompanying what looked like small kernels of snow.
It was the kind of snow that was considered perfect for skiing when I lived in Salt Lake City.
After the cold front passed, the sun came out.
Evidence of the wind could be seen in the ash leaves blown against the garage doors.
Our ash tree survived the emerald ash borer due to the annual care of Master Arborist Wayne White.