I woke up on this first morning of spring to a foot of snow.
This feels like such a setback after a stretch of sweatshirt weather. Just the other day I noticed my day lilies poking through the ground and the pond was melting around the edges. I was longing to move back out onto the porch and pond chairs.
Even my bird feeder friends seem a bit forlorn with the change. I remind myself that spring is inevitable and this is just a bump – or frost heave – in the road.
