Yesterday, driving through Omaha with akamarykate, the brown hillsides had their first green, though the deciduous trees are still bare.
Last night, just before bed, I looked out my hotel window and saw the biggest, softest, white fluffy flakes coming down. This morning, the evergreens are heavy with that wet snow.
A last taste of winter, or a first taste of spring, it’s hard to tell. 🙂
(If you’re near Omaha–I’ll be at The Bookworm today at 4:30. Come by!)