Late Season Snow

  It's still winter so what's to complain about? Eight days to go, the calendar says. And yet meteorological spring arrived a dozen days ago so there's some cause for at least a muted whimper.

 We went to bed with the ground still dark and dry. I woke at some point - I didn't look at the clock - and heard drops of something tapping on the window. The precipitation might have started as rain but it quickly changed to snow, plastering the east-facing sides of poles.

 This morning there was half an inch on the ground.

 A security camera view to the north  shows the yard again bathed in a thin cover of white. And I've been noticing how green the grass was becoming so early in the season. Maybe this will set back the  first mow because I've been thinking it would be needed before March was done.

 And a view of the garage apron. Tom's car is blasted with a light coating of snow and grassy surfaces remain white as the temperature climbs to near freezing.  The low 40's are on tap for this afternoon and winter's late reminder will be a memory.