Friends and family south of us are sharing photos of flowers and trees blooming.  It’s a full out celebrations of spring down there.  It snowed again here this morning; not a blizzard but enough for us to realize winter still has us held hostage.

Katie and I explored the yard today, checking for signs of life.  She sniffed for spring while I pulled some grass from the perennial bed, felt the wet earth between my fingers, plucked a seed head from last year’s bee balm and crumbled it.   The aroma of last summer’s blossoms was faint but distinctive.

Deep beneath the winter debris of leaves and mulch are tucked the beginning of this season’s sedum.  And over by the fence hidden under last year’s ornamental grass is the bright green of poppy foliage.

I wondered.  Could it be that back behind the house there might be a surprise waiting?  It’s Easter today, and yes it snowed.  But look at the solitary snowdrop we found hiding behind the house.

 

It’s snow of a different kind and proof winter is relinquishing it’s hold.  So much hope manifested in such a tiny blossom. Spring has begun.

Even here.