My morning commute started off in the midst of a giant snow squall, the whiteout conditions making it very hard to check my Twitter feed as I coasted down Green Tree Hill. The entire morning, I felt as though I were moving in a giant, dark snowglobe.
By late afternoon, however, the day is looking up. The sun is out. The bulbs are visible on the dogwoods. The snowdrops and crocuses (croci? whatever) are shooting up out of the tough earth, softening it for the summer blooms to come. They "taste the spring."
|Bulbs plump with promise...|
|A path of snowdrops leading the way out of winter...|
Ah, the contradictions of Spring. One minute you're happy, one minute you're sad; one second it's sunny, the next, it's dark. You're either a lion or a lamb. (Did I mention it's snowing again? I'm not joking. It took me about half an hour to write up this post, and in that amount of time, I'm back in the snowglobe. Perfect). ~Alice