One last winter blanket left on the lawn.
This image from my sketch book seemed appropriate for today as we had 5 to 10 centimeters of snow pour down onto our streets. At the bus stop this morning with Kye, we examined the snow flakes on our jackets, something I used to do all the time when I was younger. I love how precious and beautiful they are and of course how fragile. It seems like a cruel joke at times that I can never just pick them up with my finger tips and hold them forever.
I guess spring is sleeping in.