I made some pictures of my backyard the morning after the March 20 snowstorm. The snow was heavy and wet and it outlined every branch and surface in the yard in a precise and beautiful, if infuriating, way.
It was just a little more lovely because it’s the end of March and Spring has officially begun. As I looked out in the yard yesterday morning, I was convinced that this heavy snow and the cold that it ushered it in can’t possibly last.
In fact, by the end of the day, the yard looked altogether different.
We are still in a patch of unseasonable cold, with temperatures more than 10 degrees below normal. It will be a few more weeks before the trees begin to show their Spring colors. But Spring is more glorious when it has been well-earned and I can be a patient woman.