Snow falls like apple blossoms

Snow and apple blossoms

The snow keeps falling and I’m thinking of apple blossoms.

It’s been snowing a lot here in Northern Colorado these past few days. Today the flakes fall big and wet, perfect for building snowmen.

I’ve noticed that most of the snow here comes as powder. Great for skiing, but not so great for building.

I spent the late afternoon on the playground with the little ones. They love playing in the snow. And I love watching them play, hearing them laugh, and watching the snow fall. I realized that if I wasn’t hanging out with the kiddos, I wouldn’t be sitting outside and watching the snow fall (I’d probably watch from inside though). Another gift from working with young children.

I don’t enjoy driving in the snow, though. Especially when it’s dark, as it is when I come home. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to driving on roads with no lights. It has me longing for spring. I’m heading to California tomorrow to visit my daughters–it should be more spring-like there.

The snow falling in big flakes today reminded me–when I wasn’t white-knuckling on my drive home–of apple blossoms, of the way the petals kind of look like snow when the wind carries them off the tree and they flutter to the ground.

Poetry Friday

So I decided to write a haiku about apple blossoms and snow:

From heavenly trees,

Flakes flutter like apple blossoms

without spring’s sweet scent.

Thanks to Laura Salas for hosting Poetry Friday this week and for sharing her lovely poem, “Your Song”

I used this image in another post, titled “Welcome to the magical fairy garden” I do find apple blossoms hold some magic. I look forward to their return.

In the meantime, I wish you a magical week whatever the weather.

And thanks for stopping by.

xoxo