The snow had all gone, returning the earth to its drab dead skins awaiting another season of warmth to liven it up. Cautious wisps of green were springing up on protected berms and in those spots where they will soon be unwelcome. And I spied a lone daffodil against the warm wall of the old Anglican church in town. Then came yesterday.
The world was obscured in a falling blanket of white. Despite our having removed our snow tires and stowed our skis away it fell as though expected. The good news was that it refused to stick. The warmed damp earth refused to let it rest. There were just great puddles. And a flurry of larger and larger flakes in protest. And so we went to bed the landscape still dreary brown but the mountains freshly powdered.
We woke to this:
Now I am well aware that likely noone, including myself, is really hankering for more snow pictures! I'd rather look at daffodils, crocuses, forsythia blooms or whatever is springing up where you are. But since this is what I have to take pictures of here, this is what you get!
I had to chuckle at this sign so appropriately obscured. It is announcing the street sweeping that is to commence this week. But first for the snowplows!
Despite my preference for green and flowery at this time of year, I had a lovely quiet walk through the fresh powder this morning.
And I was glad I had not yet packed away my snow boots or wool sweaters!
Wherever you are, I hope these photos will incite you to look more closely at the beauty of spring around you, and maybe even to share a glimpse?!
--LS
Please don't feel too sorry for me, by day's end as I'm posting this, all this snow has largely vanished back to brown earth and we are feeling fortunate, as the word around town today is that Banff (just down the road) got a whole foot of snow!
