It was late March, and it snowed again. For the fourth time. It rarely snows even once in March.
I was ready for warm weather, but I can never help being excited when I see the fluffy white snow cover all the flowers.
When snow was predicted in the forecast, my camera came to work with me in anticipation.
The snow finally started after many hours spent glancing up out the window every few minutes.
Many times throughout the day, my camera and I ran outside to take pictures of the cherry tree lined streets, as some of the biggest snowflakes I’d ever seen fell from the sky.
Later that day all the snow melted away when it turned to rain, like it had never even been there. Winter came back, just for a moment, and then it was finally gone.
It was a winter that was much colder than recent yeas had been.
The flowers that begun to spring up in January of last year were nowhere in sight until March.
The cold continued, and it snowed more times in March than it had for the entire winter.
On the second day of spring, as I watched the snow covered the flowers, I began to forget what warm days felt like. But now the snow has finally melted, and the cold has begun to fade away.. Winter might be nearly over.
The snow that started the day before, was still falling.
There was a Christmas party later that evening.
It was the perfect December Saturday.
I was so excited. I barely noticed how cold it was without a coat.
But after a while the cold did get to me!
Whenever it snows I just want to be out in it, exploring. Everything has a diffeernt look to it when its all covered in white. On the day it snowed last, I went exploring downtown. I wandered all over.
Eventually I came to this little park I always forget exists.
A little waterfall, with suspended concrete walkways all around.
Nobody was around as I wandered up the steps and navigated the little maze. With views of the snowy city all around.
It’s always interesting what you can discover, or rediscover, when you wander around.
The snow that fell in December, quickly covered the ground and all the plants with a fluffy white coating.
Even the dead remains of flower stalks that I never got around to ripping out of the ground.
They’ve sat there for months, taunting me with their ugly selves, a reminder of yet another thing I need to do that there never seems to be any time for. A reminder of a once pretty garden, now covered in overgrown dead brown stalks.
But today the dead flowers looked kind of pretty, as the snow clung to their dried husks.
The garden isn’t so bad in the winter, especially when there’s snow around.
A snow in December is rare around here. Especially in early December, before Christmas.
When I looked at the weather forecast, and saw it was supposed to snow a week later, I certainly didn’t believe it.
But then, on that late Friday morning, as I stared out the window at work, towards the dark grey sky, snowflakes really did begin to fall.
And they kept falling. Nothing stuck at first, we didn’t expect it to. But as the day wore on, suddenly everything was covered in the fluffiest snow.
We all got to leave early on that Friday afternoon as the road quickly disappeared under a blanket of white.
And finally, the Christmas lights on our house looked complete.
Everything looks so much more festive in the snow. I wish it stuck around longer.
The snow day was celebrated by making spicy bean chili. A tradition I started years ago.
I hope there are many more snow days to come this year.