May in South Dakota can be unpredictable

This morning, as I threw open the curtains I told the kids, “It’s May Day! Spring has sprung!” Sun streamed in through the window, and as I gazed across the prairie, I saw that it was true: a brilliant green mist gleamed amidst the bent stems of last year’s grasses. Even the buds on trees beside the house were suddenly bursting open, revealing the tiny points of new leaves. The first of May isn…