Snow on the Daffodils

Like Rip van Winkle we awoke this morning three seasons later than expected. In case you don't believe me I have photos as proof.

By the time I put on waffle soled shoes and set out for my morning walk, the streets were slushy and the trees were dripping clumps of snow. Low clouds hung around snow powdered Mt. Tabor. 

I wasn't the only one out for an early morning walk.

Spring is struggling to emerge. 

I wonder how my snow peas are doing beneath the snow.