Last week, after a few warm days, winter came back to ensure we all didn’t forget about her while in the throes of spring fever.
She showered us with sleet and rain and snow and ice – just because she could.
Winter stopped by for a day, perfectly encased the world in ice, then let the sun out the next morning to show it off.
By the end of the day she was gone. Every last bit of her.
Today the daffodils are showing yellow in their buds.
I told them to hold on.
Winter has gone but I think she’s still hiding just beyond the next bend.
I encourage you all to head over and visit Jerry Johnson on Dispatches from a Northern Town and read Glazed. He got hit a bit harder than we did with the same storm and he describes this weather perfectly. (Also I’m pretty convinced…
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