Saturday, April 9, 2022

In A Gentle Spring Snow

A quick walk to the mailbox.














It has been snowing steady, off and on, light and heavy, fat fluffy flakes and round pellets of sleet since yesterday afternoon. It sticks and melts and sticks again, a late season snow.














I spent the morning doing the ink version of the tax forms. They are signed, sealed with imaginary money inside and ready for a Monday morning departure. I need to get serious about eating more food from the roadside vegetable garden. If I only had a chef.














Along the scenic byway there is a bicycle riding through the forest trees.














And purple icing on the hill beside the drive.














Purple snow, yes, this is for real, light melting snow on blooming creeping phlox. A rather surreal and fascinating sight I don't recall ever seeing before on the return trip from the mailbox. So much of life's beauty is ephemeral.














It takes the memories of bones to slow the ephemeral down.


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