Snow, Yet Still

As far into spring as we are, there are still vestigial snow drifts in the yard that have not melted away.

I've found myself at times imagining a cross between Narnia and Middle Earth. A Winter Witch has sent the continuous weather this way and her voice, the spell, is audible in the wind.

But even as the snow is still falling, there are flowers in the garden who insist they must reach for the sun and their green shoots have already come forth. And the snow melts where it lands.

I tell myself I wouldn't mind so much if it was rain, being the April showers that bring May flowers. The fact of the matter is that I want my yard to dry out and firm up. And I miss being in the sun.