Although March heralds spring, technically it is still winter until March 20 at 7:02 a.m. according to The Old Farmer’s Almanac. And today Mother Nature gave us a very clear reminder.
Isn’t it beautiful?
We need to keep the bird feeders filled for our little friends.
But I don’t mind the snow.
Daffodils aren’t up yet to have their backs bent by the weight. And the trellis is empty still.
This wet, heavy snowfall colored my world bright, white, peaceful and calm. From my view out of the kitchen window to the office where I sit as I type.
Like so many other things in life, the trips we take, the people we love, the snow will be gone soon. I’m soaking this one up as if it is the last one, like a last hug, a last smile, a last word. For lasts do come, most often without an announcement.
This is a beautiful snowfall, and it is the last.
Or maybe not.