Spring Snow is Just a Reminder

We woke up to a wet coating of white this morning, and as I stepped outside with my camera I realized that the sound of snow hitting leaves is something one doesn't hear too often. And it's louder than you'd think.

I found the unfurled ferns wearing their snow caps,

and daffodil trumpets stooped beneath the extra weight of white blankets.

The bees were staying wherever bees go to keep warm, and the Azalea blooms had temporarily lost their ability to hum.

The sun and warmth will return this weekend, along with the bees and hikes in the woods and time spent in the brown garden planting rows of spinach and peas. Spring snow is just winter's PS, its long goodbye.