Snow by any other name.

I hate snow.  Sure, it’s fun to lift your head to the first flakes of the winter but that excitement lasts me for, oh, say a day or two.  Which makes living in North Carolina perfect; in the three years we’ve lived here, this past year was the first one that brought any snow accumulation at all.  And that melted in a day or two, so I really didn’t have time to complain.

But this,

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is snow I relish.  One might call it flower petals, but for me, it’s the delightful snow of spring and far superior to the real stuff.  As I watch the petals swirl outside my office window, I catch my breath.  It’s beautiful.  I have no idea what type of flowering tree we have, I’m sure Virginia or Rachel will fill me in on that, but I do know that I love it and the layer of petal snow that it brings.

What am I?

I don’t even get annoyed when I track it inside.

My life will soon be surrounded by flowers and really, between that and my cats, it’s all I need to feel content.  Yes, my husband rolls his eyes at how often I stop and say, “Oooo, pretty!” as we pass the garden on the way to the door.

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The pansies planted last fall are doing quite well and I’ve had a few daffodils and hyacinth already bloom and fade away.  I can’t wait until the tulips greet me through the layer of soft snowflakes above them.

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Snow by any other name is twice as lovely as that wet, muddy, inconvenient stuff up North.

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