When I woke up this morning we had perhaps 5  inches of snow on the ground. This is what it looked like first thing before the sun came up.

This was out the back door, with an outdoor spotlight lighting up the poor bent birch tree, sinking low beneath the heavy wet snow.  The front didn’t look much better:

This was my poor pot of pansies:

The snow has melted off the pansies now, and they are just fine.  Sigh.

I don’t know how long this snow is going to stick around.  The weather report doesn’t sound like it’s going to warm up for awhile.  So we’ll have to wait and see if the sun will ever come out again and melt all this white stuff.  I am trying to appreciate it for its beauty…but I’m pretty much over the prettiness of snow by this time of the year.  We’ve had so much of it all winter it seems like it’s time for us to catch a break.

I’m hoping this is really the end of winter.  Really.

But you never know.