Old Man Winter has certainly worn out his welcome around here. He came sneaking back in late in the afternoon a few days ago and dumped snowflakes larger than a silver dollar, fast and furiously all over the place! Within an hour about two inches had accumulated and by the next morning I had five inches. The sweet little violets and the brave little Snowdrops were totally covered. The sun was just rising when I took this picture. I thought the snow covering this rose bush war pretty in the sunlight but it doesn't show up well here.|
I put more birdseed out on the back deck and admired the bluest sky. The Maple tree almost looked happy to have the snow covering her branches as she sparkled in the morning sun.
Not a blade of grass to be seen, but the sunlight over the snowy lawn is rather interesting~~maybe even sort of pretty.
I can't help chuckle when I remember that my brother in law next door mowed his lawn a few days before the snow came. I'm not sure why he did that. It hadn't grown since last fall. Maybe he is excited for Spring too.
Well the snow is almost gone again. I just have a few patches here and there. The Violets and Snowdrops survived and are still bravely standing, their pretty little heads reaching for the sun.
I'm not sorry to see the snow leave. I want spring. What I'd like to know is, why in the world does my heart get excited when the snow comes?
It makes me feel like a little girl again but instead of running out to make a snowman, I make a cup of tea and cuddle with a fuzzy blanket and good book.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak!