There was a light dusting of snow when we woke up this morning. I absolutely love winter. I love the scent of snow in the cold dark air the night before it arrives, I love the way it looks when you first wake up, pristine with so much promise of fun to come, I love walking out into the silent morning and feeling the crunch beneath my feet and seeing my breath in the air.
I also can't help but look at the fresh snow blanketing my garden beds and dream about what spring will bring. There's hundreds of bulbs sleeping under the earth scattered about our property. While we play in the snow, they wait patiently for their moment to come. The perfect moment to burst forth and color the drab april landscapes in cotton candy pinks, delicious purples and sunny yellows.
While I love the snow, I also dream of spring.