I was only kidding when I said it was the last snowfall on March 6th. Today is actually the last snowfall.
And it’s been a nice snowfall so far, if snowfalls can be considered nice and not-nice. It’s not sticking to the roads yet, as you can see in the top left corner of the photo. And we didn’t get nearly the 4 to 7 inches the weather forecasters were predicting.
The snow is blanketing the trees and ground with a soft white layer,
turning the views from our windows into picture postcards. Mother Nature isn’t finished painting with white apparently.
And that’s okay. I have the flag my mother made that I found at my parents’ house, still on the pole, and that I hung on the first day of spring to remind me what season we’re in.
I’m going to enjoy the snow while it falls. It is the last one.