But, thanks to my great wisdom, not where I live.
Instead, this is the closest I've had to snowballs in April.
Oh, I know. They don't look much like snowballs in that picture. But when I was enjoying a wee cocktail on my patio yesterday evening and the wind was blowing the branches around, they did resemble snowballs.
Now many years ago . . . wait . . . it's scores of years ago . . . actually decades ago, I lived in the barren land of snow and ice known as North Dakota. And when I was a bit of a lad it was not unknown for there to be snow in April. In fact, I can remember my mother telling about a blizzard one year on her birthday. And she was born on June 6th!
That's mom and I on a wintry day though I doubt it was on her birthday.
And what idiot left the front door open??!!
On those blissful (remember, ignorance is bliss) days of our youths, it fell to my older brother and I to shovel snow off the sidewalk in front of our house.
As you can see by this photograph, I am practicing my management skills by directing Wayne (the brother) where to put the snow. (He was probably thinking of telling me where to put my advice!)
But wait a second. This is beginning to resemble a Throwback Thursday post and that wasn't my intention.
So let's take a closer look at that snowball tree in our backyard.
The tree is known as a Red Tip Photinia, though you'd be hard pressed to explain that given this picture, covered as it is with snowy white blossoms.
Another look, though, may give you a hint.
Eventually those blossoms will fall away and what will be left is a tree with leaves that turn a deep reddish color. Hence, the red tip monicker.
I have no idea what Photinia means.
But I know this is about as close as I want to get to snowballs these days.