I'm still having a difficult time believing it's April.
And to think the month is almost over, it's the 24th for heaven's sake.
But every time I see the date, I do a double take.
I think "April? It's April? No, feels more like December".
Why just yesterday morning we woke up to yet another blanketing of snow.
It was beautiful and appalling all at once.
I couldn't help but think that everything must be confused.
From maple buds to birds.
They're probably wondering the same thing "Is it April"?
I made my way through the yard yesterday morning, camera in hand,
chronicling the new snow.
Just then a flock of seagulls flew overhead.
Now there's a strange sight, seagulls and snow covered branches?
They just don't belong together.
One might think this could be seaside, someplace warm, waves splashing and sand underfoot.
If only that snow drenched tree wasn't peeking up toward the sky.
If only the temperature wasn't 20 degrees below normal.
This could have been another scene all together, but no.
I have faith though.
I'm going out on a limb to say that this last blast of snow, was winter's final hurrah.
Spring will set in, literally overnight.
With warm temperatures finally predicted for this weekend, snowfall will be a memory.
Green will cloak lawns, trees and gardens in no time.
It's here! It's really here!
