I woke up Tuesday morning and realized and that I live in Narnia -
where it's always winter but never Christmas.
Except for the Christmas part.
In fact, in some yards, Christmas decor still lingers.
Imbedded in ice and snow, it remains impossible to remove!
This is what April snow is all about. It's not some wispy flurry that melts before it is discovered.
It's sticky and strong. It takes down power lines and branches.
Despite our protests for spring, it's hard to be mad at a snow that so carefully encrusts itself onto anything that stands still but for a moment.
It's the final affair of winter and if we're wise we savor its final gaze.