Springtime in the Rockies

I thought we were done with soft, white, and fluffy ~

but I was wrong.

Yesterday rain fell. 

As the wind picked up and the temperature dropped,

it turned to sleet and then snow.

We spent the evening curled up in front of the fire,

listening to the wind howl around the corners of the house.

This morning fresh snow weighted down the world

with lovely winter white.

And I had just put away my winter boots,

thinking winter was over ~

Not!

It's springtime in the Rockies.

I could grouse about winter overstaying its welcome.

But, truly, I don't feel that way.

I can't imagine a world without the beauty of snow.

Yes, it's nerve-wracking when you have to venture out.

The streets that are low in elevation

and heavy with traffic, are wet,

and the high plains roads are dancing with ground blizzards.

It is an exhilarating day.

Back inside my house I'm curled up beside the fire again.

I know it's springtime in the Rockies,

and tomorrow it may be sunny and hot again.

Meanwhile I'm content to snuggle under an afghan and read.