Looking out the window yesterday morning, my gaze was glazed over with this:
Yes, we need the moisture! I'm thankful. But spring has been teasing us for a month. A day here. A day there. I'm trying to enjoy each day's gift, but I have to admit, I am hoping this is the last snow of the season!
So, what it all comes down to is that spring in Wyoming is unreliable. Every day...a mystery. Sunday: 50 degrees and sun. Monday: 30 degrees and snow. And it will probably continue in this strain until... suddenly it's summer.
Thank you, African Violet, for giving me weeks of beautiful anticipation as you slowly open your blooms and brighten my gaze. Thank you for whispering, "Patience, patience..."