“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity” ~Takemoto
When we woke up that morning….
….the peonies were covered in snow.
The *all but opened* tulips were exposed to freezing temperatures. The question is will they still bloom?
I quickly picked our *just opened* daffodils. (They are now sitting on the windowsill in a vase, looking out at the white white world, thankful to have not frozen to death.)
We had to resurrect the snowsuits, gloves, boots, and hats.
Children had a snow day yesterday.
Even now, there are little glassy specks of snow in the air (20 degree air).
It was dazzling beyond words. It pulled us outside to only try to capture God’s beauty with a humble camera which never does nature justice, the pictures it takes only save a small flat, tasteless, odorless, lukewarm piece of it. They should be cold as ice and as big as the sky!
In reality there was wind in our faces, cold snow falling in our shoes, pain while looking into the bright sun on snow, shock of having a greening spring all of a sudden turn back into black and blue winter, along with the sound of water running and birds singing!
In the woods it was quiet, whispery quiet, and a shade darker under the branches which were like ceilings of snow. We were bird watching in a breathtaking world of new fallen snow.
The birds felt glee, too. April snow is invigorating. Because it’s so unexpected, beautiful, and won’t last long!
Red-budded tree branches drooped down with heavy snow.
Walking with my love, who was wearing thin pajama bottoms and confessed it was kinda cold. The snow was so wet and sticky it clung to our boots like mud.
And the pond?
I could never in a million years get my mirrors this sparkling clean and clear.
And the trees bent and bowed their heads, looking at their reflections and praising God.
All the earth bows down to you; they sing praise to you, they sing praise to your name.