This is my favorite photo from the day after, when most of the snow was gone.
It was a crisp, clear morning, and my hands got very cold down in this snow.
I was all excited that Spring had finally arrived, and then Old Man Winter decided he'd show me. I'm pretty sure it was the teenage equivalent of shouting, "You don't know me!"
The day of the snow.
I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I'm a little obsessed with photos of flowers.
On the writing front, I'm processing a query critique that a friend of mine gave me, re-polishing my first few chapters, and working on my new project, but nothing all that new or exciting. And you know what's super pretty? Daffodils. I love daffodils. These poor daffodils were even knocked to the ground by snow, and they still manage to shine.
The ivy leaf and snow are really the centerpiece here.
Doesn't it look all moody and fraught?
See, Mr. Winter? I've got my moments too.