As I was awaking this morning I heard a loud noise and wondered what it was. At first I thought perhaps it was a plane—-but no, it wasn’t. A bit later I kept wondering, why I was hearing the sound of loud trucks on our quiet little street and so I opened the shutters to peak out and see what all the noise was about.
To my surprise, I was greeted by a blanket of white. I guess I forgot to listen to the forecast. It had been raining yesterday and as a result most of the snow had been washed away. Now here I was looking at a blanket of white, and the loud noises I had been hearing was the sound of snow ploughs.
I can’t even imagine what it must look like way north of here. The good thing about it, that even though it was a lot, it was light and fluffy, and I don’t think that it will be around for long. Quite a bit has already melted.
As we went out and about I saw a Robin perched on one of the snow covered branches looking a bit bewildered. All said, it was really quite pretty to look at.
Nothing last forever, and this too shall pass and soon we will be rejoicing over the flowers as they come forth.