May Snow

​Saturday morning, I woke up to a hard snow. I quickly got myself ready, grabbed the dog and off we went. There is something about Spring snow, especially this late in the year. All the birds are singing their early morning spring songs. I had not made it out quite fast enough to enjoy the first burst of snow but the next one wasn’t too far behind. As I cut through a discreet area-away from people and traffic-I was fully in my element. The fresh smell of the warm earth and the early spring blossoms was such a soothing blend. The vibrant pinks and lavenders were accented by spring greens popping through the heavy snow showers. I could hear the snow blowing through the trees, brushing every new leaf as it fell, and it fell hard. The wind whipped around, and the hard snow pelted my face. I did not mind though; I knew this would probably be the last real burst of snow until fall.
I got back to the house, picked up my other camera and set off to a park. In that mere half an hour the warmth of the sun and earth had already melted most of the snow. Only bits clung to the rounded petals of the blossoms. A mallard couple looked as surprised to see us as we did them. That didn’t stop them from their pursuit of breakfast.
I crave the warmth of spring but I truly enjoyed this late snow.