The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today is FLAKE. I don’t know if Heather thought of this prompt word as she looked out the window this morning, but FLAKES there are.
Here a flake, there a flake, a few more just beyond I sigh as more and more flakes swirl through the air all day, settling on the lawn, garden, flowerbeds. coming in from the north, fixing to stay awhile.
At sunset a shadow on the western horizon,
turned in the night to these snow-laden clouds,
slipping across our sunny yesterday
and we feel the force of winter’s return.
Who wouldn’t grieve seeing last week’s +16 plunge to -1 C – with an icy breeze behind it? And this cold front plans to settle in "at least a week," says the weatherman.
Of course we sigh for the sunshine, or wish rather a hearty April shower rather than this terrible wrong of cold and snow harassing the budding flowers!
My husband and I drove north to our nearest small town this morning, and en route passed a field with several small puddles. Clustered in and around these icy puddles, and spread out on a little rise beside, we saw at least a thousand snow + blue geese, one large “salt + pepper” flock pausing in its journey to the north. Quite a sight!