That's what Resident Curmudgeon Columnist the late Richard Allin used to call it when winter paid one last visit to central Arkansas AFTER the daffodils got up and blooming. Someone had even presented him with a framed photograph of a clump of daffodils chin-deep in snow, with a snow tire positioned right behind the clump.
THIS is what the daffodils in our yard looked like Sunday afternoon:
THIS is what they looked like Monday morning:
There was even snow, though nowhere near enough to warrant snow tires. Here is some accumulated on the overnight-rain that froze in the garden cart: