Better get a picture of this iris while I can. An indeterminate amount of snow and cold was imminent. The fresh flower, faked into spring, isn't likely to endure.
Snowdrops on the other hand will simply close up shop to bloom on a better day.
On the fourth day of rain the fireplace mantel repair was complete. An executive decision about whether to paint the ornamental corbels was never made. For now they will remain white. They shouldn't be the same green I don't think.
Finally, a steady monotonous rain converted into a thudding snow.
The change was instantaneous.
Now the snow falls and we wait. How much will it be?
There is already a lot.
Good thing I saw that iris before the storm.