Snow on Daffodils

It sounds like the first five-syllable line of a haiku:  snow on daffodils.  And it seems so unlikely when Spring has been upon us for so many days, when we have singlets and shorts hanging up to dry from yesterday's run rather than tights and gloves, when we are still a little pink from being outside.  But it is March in Highlands, and anything can happen.  The hourly forecast shows a nosedive from the balmy 62 degrees on the back deck right now (4:00 p.m.) to snow showers by 7:00 p.m.

Snow on March 13?  Does that date ring a bell?  See older posts - Tuesday, January 7.  How many people in Highlands today remember the Blizzard of 93? 

So Martha decided it would be a good idea to pick the tallest of the daffodils which, almost overnight, have sprung up along the stone walk on the west side of the house where the sun has begun to shine more and more abundantly in the afternoons, so that we enjoy them.

As for the rest of them, they might very well complete another March haiku by tomorrow morning:

Snow on daffodils:

Winter still holds onto Spring's

Sweet affirmation