I'm dreaming of a white Easter

We popped up to Grand Bend for a last trip to Gary's place before he moves and I've got to say that he didn't do a very good job of arranging the weather.

Yesterday the sky was blue.

But we weren't going to be doing any swimming, or even any walking along the beach with the wind chill at -6.  He didn't even bother to get the lake defrosted in time for Easter.

And this is how it looked this morning when we woke up.

I'm not sure if Rose looked out of the window before she chose her outfit.

I foresee a 'discussion' about leg wear in my immediate future.