The last snow...

I can only hope that today was the last snow storm of the Winter season.  And it dropped more snow than any of the many other storms that have managed to hit religiously, and relentlessly almost every Sunday for the past month and a half.  Winter wasn't going gently into the night... that was for sure.  With clocks springing forward this Sunday, we can only hope there still won't be snow on the ground, with the current predicted temps in the 40's next week... 

As I looked out at the blizzard falling snow today, as it piled up and up slowly and steadily on every static object outside, and as I go to bed knowing the next 2 days are due to be frigid, the predicted warmer days coming does instill a slight sense of melancholy.  For as much as I hate being cold, with my fingers acting as 2 personal ice-packs (until June) for sinus headaches or surprising little ones with a sneak attack on their bare necks, the stillness that accompanies snow fall is quite peaceful.  

There wasn't a bird in sight today, or in earshot. They were tucked deep in the trees, I hope, in their nests, awaiting those 40 something degree days.  The bright and cheerful sounds of a delightful Spring time bird have brightened my spirits the past week.  I joked recently that they sound so lovely, but it's probably the wife bird yelling at the poppa bird...."you told me it was going to be Spring soon.  This doesn't look like spring to me!  We just HAD to leave the South in March. You couldn't wait a couple more weeks. NOOO... we had to go when your brother went. Now look at us...covered in snow. Nothing to eat."  But to us it sounds like "tweet-le, tweet-le, ... chirp chirp." 

But I have faith in nature. The birds have been returning... so I'm certain warmer days are coming.  I was more certain before yesterday when slushy days were upon us... but now cannot believe there is over a foot of snow out there!  But Spring is near!  I hope!