Daffodils In A Late Snow

 This past Wednesday it was eighty degrees, Nearly every daffodil in the side yard bloomed, trumpets raised to the sun. The next day, just before lunchtime, I looked out the window to see snowflakes flying by at a very insistent angle. They were the big, wet kind, so large I could almost see their hexagonal shape as they flew by. I ventured out to check on the daffodils. They were already prostrate under a sugar-crystal crust that was beautiful in its own harsh way, but also a reminder that both winter and spring can reign during this liminal season.