Snowy Forsythia

Earlier this week, we had the best kind of snowfall, one that drifted down before dawn, frosting the lawns and trees but leaving the streets clear. It was magical for a few hours. The snow was already melting when I happened upon a bank of forsythia. Encouraged by a mild day here and there, it has unfurled its blossoms. I admired the way the snow set off the bright yellow clusters. More cold, gray days are ahead, but this convergence of winter and spring is a reminder that spring is inevitable.