and more coming this weekend. 10 inches this time, I haven't looked at how much this weekend. I've resigned myself that Ohio has become part of the Arctic. I am also not shoveling as a form of protest against Mother Nature (this will stop as soon as I have to go somewhere, but I feel like a rabble rouser now).
I've been thinking a lot about the spring bloomers, buried under 2-1/2 feet of snow. They are enjoying the cold snap - it's a sign to them that they will be growing soon.
The crocus, first harbinger of spring
The confetti petals of witch hazel, yellow against a field of white
Daffodil's little sister, jonquil
The miniature blooms of the star flower
And a little later . . .
Bleeding heart, indescribable blooms
It's woodland cousin, dutchman's breeches
And the elegant primrose, neon pops of color.
So dig yourselves out (if you aren't joining my protest), look about the yard, and dream about the flowers which will soon be filling it. Winter can't last forever!