Every year in March, we get glorious sunrises. It only occurs for a week or two and only in March. This morning, I woke up, lifted the shade and there it was. That glorious, gold and lavender morning sky … which remarkably means it will most likely rain later in the day. Still for the half an hour, it is exceptional and heart-lifting.
It’s an ordinary spring day in an ordinary year. Which is why, an eighth of a second after I posted this, I looked up and it was snowing. Garry grabbed the camera and ran for the door. It wasn’t snowing hard. Not really much at all, but for all of you who keep insisting that we are experiencing Spring, no — we aren’t! You can see the snow. If you look hard.
I titled the folder “The Absolutely Last Snow.”