It snowed on me in the night. No big surprise.
I went down to the cozy cabin this morning to put sliders and felt pads on the legs of some of the new furniture while waiting for the snow to start melting. My destination for the day was in the upper elevations.
Same day, different elevation, a little later in the morning. It only snows on me.
Daffodils are tough, but when they are in full bloom, strong wind, heavy rain, freezing temperatures and a dash of snow can combine to cause stem breakage. There was a fair amount of floppage from the combined effects of the storm. The flowering Magnolia looked fine.
From a distance you can't tell. It's still a hillside covered with 10,000 daffodils.
New things are coming into bloom. This Fritillaria verticillata likes it here and has been multiplying like crazy, but frankly the flower is boring.
Erythronium dens-canis is back and blooming for the first time since being planted.
Another round of weekend long rain is in the diagnosis. I can see it on the western horizon now. There is no mention of snow. But what I see looks suspiciously like snow even though it is currently 46 degrees. Stranger things have happened.
The Bulbapaloozathon is far from over. There are plenty left to bloom that haven't even started to open. I can only say good luck to the daffodils in full bloom who jumped the gun. I may have already seen the peak perfection of bloom.