“Unexpected In April”

That’s the title of a chapter in The Long Winter, about yet another blizzard that comes to the prairie in April (after the blizzards started in October).

There’s four inches of snow on the ground as I write this and another foot predicted by tomorrow night, and wow do I feel Laura’s despair over seven months of winter:

There were no more lessons. There was nothing in the world but cold and dark and work and coarse brown bread and winds blowing…The winter had lasted so long. It would never end.