This was a day at the very end of winter a couple of years ago. These pictures have been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and it seemed time to post them. This is from another time. A bit of a sadder time, but that’s ok.
The day was warm, after many months spent in the cold. It wasn’t quite time for spring, but it was one of those days that let you know that spring was just around the corner. Winter was almost done.
It was a Sunday afternoon that felt strange, like the precious weekend had been partly wasted. So we went for a walk, and it made up for those restless feelings.
The sun was setting later and later each day, another promise that spring was on the way.
Ice fell from the sky, and covered the gardens in a thin frozen blanket.
I wandered around, thinking about when it was warm and all the flowers were in bloom.
It won’t be much longer now.
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 seems like the majority of our trips happen in the cold. We froze when we went to Pittsburgh, froze on both trips to Washington DC, froze in NYC at Christmas time. And as we stood, freezing in Detroit this past November, we decided that our next trip would be someplace hot.
I planned the trip for the beginning of March, when the average temperatures appeared to be in the 70s. Perfect.
Except they weren’t.
On this trip we learned that it snows in the desert. And that it actually gets quite cold.
We arrived at the Grand Canyon as the sun was setting, and snow covered the ground. I jumped out of the car and ran up the walkway to catch my first glimpse of this infamous gap in the earth.
Just like with every part of the desert so far, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The landscape here is so crazy.
The next morning we walked along the icy path, bundled up in the 20 degree weather. Being careful not to slip on the ice and plummet over the edge.
I didn’t mind that the desert wasn’t hot. I’m glad I got to see what the Grand Canyon looks like with snow.
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.