On My Windowsill

We got another inch of snow after I posted yesterday. After that, it was a non-stop day of snow, wet snow, later turning to rain, but hovering in the 34 degree range, ensuring most of the snow stuck around. I estimate that we got down to about 7 inches before it started to stick again last evening, and now we have a grand total of 12 inches of the white stuff out there.

I'm trying to enjoy it for what it is, beautiful, bright, vista-transforming, magical stuff.

I probably should be a good Mama and go make a snow fort or something equally exciting.

But truly? I ended up closing the curtains yesterday (denial!) and started to plan some Summer vacation trips. I'll probably do the same today.

The branch in my window is one that I rescued from under my Crabapple tree after the last storm. It lay there sweetly on the ground, with tight little leaves and buds that I knew would open if I brought it in.

So there it stands on my kitchen windowsill, opening its leaves and forming buds, laughing at its departed companions, which are still attached to the tree just outside, shivering with cold.