It’s not really snow, just the blossoms, but you probably figured that out.
My grandpa said that it has to snow three times on the daffodils before we can have spring, but it’s not clear if the count starts on the sprouts of leaves or the bloom and/or if snows 3 times in one day, which happened this year, so I say we count it.
Taken at Sandy Ridge, a Metropark in North Ridgeville, Ohio.
The beautiful colors of Fall right outside my door.
We can swap out ‘hostas’ for ‘roses’ in the song, right?
Hosta flowers/blossoms/blooms just after the rain.
This little guy was hiding in plain sight while munching away on the parsley.
Thanks to Sally for alerting me to him!
This is a photo of a real spider web, although it didn’t look quite that trippy in real life. Decided to funk it up a bit.
The hostas have been growing by leaps and bounds. This leaf will be unfurled by morning.
This tree-like vine covers the side of Bob’s building.
I think we’ve had more winter this spring than we had all winter. Poor little primroses.