Late February Days!

Last Saturday, spring was in the air. I left off my winter coat and went outside and enjoyed the unseasonably warm beauty of sunshine and blue skies. As the 19th century English poet William Morris expressed,

“Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that
Winter’s woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.”

Then on Sunday, it snowed. It snowed a lot.

Snow piled on a park bench

Now, our region needs the snowpack for the coming summer and thus I am grateful for this snowstorm.

In the meantime, just as 17th century English-American poet Anne Bradstreet declared, I must remind myself that, “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.”

A White Rose

This white floral silk rose appeared on the sign for the handicapped parking space at my local post office several weeks ago. I know that white roses symbolize purity, innocence, and respect, but I do not know who put the rose here or why. It’s a small mystery that keeps life interesting.

A white floral silk rose placed on the sign for a handicapped parking space