The rain hammered on the roof last night. I went to bed listening to its music. This morning I woke up to silence, turned my head and gazed out the window into a winter wonderland – our first really big snowstorm of the season. And it’s late February. I thought we’d never see it this year. I anticipated the tulips nudging through the warm earth, the sweet trill of the birds, the days growing longer. I had just about convinced myself that Spring had arrived early. Until this morning. The trees dip their branches, burdened with the dense weight of snow. Flakes as big as my thumb float to the ground and pile up in soft drifts on my unfinished porch. The dogs race outside, gleeful at the cold biting their paws. Caribou snaps at the snow, a grin gaping her mouth. Winter has arrived.
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= Ugh! Don't waste your time.
I think that storm of yours is heading my way in the next few days. Sigh. I’m eager for spring (I, too, saw bulbs poking up yesterday) and don’t want any more snow!
Oh, I’ll keep my fingers crossed it misses you!
Nicely written, Wendy. You kinda got me in the mood for the snowstorm heading my way. (It’s, in fact, the same snowstorm that Les is dreading…we are the few, the proud, the Nebraskans.)
You’ll have to let me know if it makes it all the way to Nebraska! Today is a stunningly beautiful, blue sky day…which makes the new snow look quite pretty