I woke up this morning to a world etched in white. Some spring snow storms – the big ones that drop a foot or more of snow, disrupting travel and requiring shoveling and plowing just when you thought you were done with all that – can trigger feelings of despair. But this was not that kind of snow. This kind of spring snow – falling at temperatures just below freezing and mostly melting into the warm ground – is beautiful because it is ephemeral. You can enjoy its magical effects because you know they won’t last.
Somehow the blossoms of forsythia and hyacinth seem more delicate under their caps of white.
Even as I rushed out with my camera to capture this special moment in the garden, the temperature edged up above freezing, the snow began to turn to rain, and white coverings started to slide off trees and shrubs. By the time you are reading this, all sign of this spring snow may well have melted away.