A peek outside the window shows snow showers. At first I’m dismayed to see that this April day is a continuation of the unseasonable weather we’ve endured nearly every day since Mother Nature played her April Fool’s joke on Easter Sunday last week.
But a peek at the weather service forecast shows seventy for Friday. It looks like spring may arrive in a
rush this weekend. Suddenly I’m appreciating the beauty of the snow as I see the caps on the dried heads of teasel standing in the fields. Today’s flakes doesn’t seem to be sticking on the roads. They’ve even melted on my windshield, though the car hasn’t been driven since yesterday. It’s lovely fluff is standing tall and light upon rooftops, trees, and vegetation.
I now look out wistfully upon the white landscape we likely won’t see for at least six months, suddenly sad to see it go. My attitude may change however, should next week’s forecast call for another extreme cold snap.
Like the weather, my outlook may be fickle.
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