Not as cold as it looked, and didn’t overstay its welcome by mid-morning — the best kind of snow, really. This fleeting morning glimpse was enough for early March. Not that snow would’ve made much difference on this lazy Sunday. On my agenda was church and a trip to my grandparents to play cards, both the stuff of childhood memories. I gave my grandma a bouquet of spring flowers I picked up at the grocery store along the way, and my grandpa tried to talk me into eating some vanilla sugar wafers. “They’re like eating the wind,” he said.
“The morning star of flowers.” -Montgomery, “Snow-Drop”