Just a few days ago this is what greeted me one morning:
This morning, it's a different sight. The pasque and crocus are completely buried under 2" of fresh spring snow:
I'm holding out hope that our forsythia will still open. Only once in the last 9 years have we lost the blooms due to cold weather, and that was on April 9, 2006.
The bright yellow of a male goldfinch is a welcome splash of color:
Even the deer came out to check out a downed tree: