Yesterday we experienced hail, sleet, and a tiny bit of snow but mostly cold driving rain fell all day. It was a no good kind of day through and through. And this morning I woke to this.
It was the ‘blue hour’ when Katie-girl decided we needed to go outside. I couldn’t help but try to capture the magic that surprised me once we got outside.
And then, as the sun came up I saw how truly beautiful, but truly unnecessary, it all was. From the warmth of our living room I framed the backyard, ornamented by some Florida seashells on the mantel.
I liked the juxtaposition, not the snow.
Still, it was stunning, and on my way to an appointment in town I couldn’t help but park and dart out to take a picture or two.
I knew it wouldn’t last long and by the time I got back home it would be gone. No chance to take Katie for a walk in it, no time for formal portraits against the black and white art of Mother Nature.
No, just a few clicks with the camera on my phone in the early morning light would have to do.
It was beautiful and it was gone within the hour. I hope that’s the last of our snow for this season.
Our grass has greened, the trees are budding and our early spring flowers are in bloom.
Time for winter to let it go.
But it’s Michigan, so I’m not betting on it.