Guess what the East Coast decided to do this weekend? Even though spring was just starting–grass growing, tiny flowers opening, skies staying bright long into the evening–a snowy Sunday just had to sneak in and send us all back into February.
Snow may make me cross at New England’s odd ways, but at the very least, it does make for some lovely photographs. I braved the cold to take a little walk yesterday morning, and managed to capture our local plants’ reactions to this wintry blast from the past!
(Note: as its title suggests, this post is best accompanied by this beautifully mournful Simon & Garfunkel song that haunts me no matter the season.)
Though inclement weather is a fact of life around here, it’s rare that we get a snowfall that sticks to the trees, clinging to the cold branches just after dawn. By now, those resilient snowflakes have long melted onto the ground, leaving the trees bare of leaves and ice alike.
And yet, even in this liminal, strange season, the plants and grass persist! Perhaps I should try to follow their lead.
Have you ever experienced a surprise snowfall during a not-quite-winter time of the year? (I’m sure anyone who, like me, has lived in upstate New York knows the feeling of seeing snow straight through until May…)