Well kids, it snowed today. Snow! I don't know why I'm surprised; this isn't uncommon in Pennsylvania. The day after St. Patty's and the day before my Dad's birthday. Snow! Just 2 days from the Vernal Equinox and the unopened heads of daffodils are covered in fluffy, wet snow. It was not what I was expecting as I'm eager for spring. Still, it's not such a bad way to spend an overcast day in March. Old man winter is huffing around in his drawers, packing his suitcase, and grumping about at the end of his visit. Don't wear out your welcome, sir. Spring giggles, all buxom and blithe, and pokes her curly headed face through the back door and smiles. "Can I come in?" She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, "Ooh, you've made muffins!" I've had enough of winter, but if this is the way he wants to go out, I'd say, job well done. No sense in being sheepish about it, fella. It sure is beautiful in the valley and the gentleness and gracefulness of snow turned my gray-sky frown, upside down. I like to consider it a bit of lawn-watering before spring fully arrives. And besides, it's going to be 47 tomorrow!

The snow started around 2:30pm and looked like it might accumulate a little and the chickens weren't running for shelter, so I figured we might get an inch.

But it kept coming down, heavy and wet and by 5pm, I couldn't help myself - I needed to stretch and move, and so I went on a walk. I tucked my camera in close and went out with my clear umbrella. I still couldn't see as the snow quickly piled up on the exterior of my plastic hut. I would shake it every so often when I paused to capture the beauty of Clarks Valley by lifting the umbrella with one hand and pressing the shutter button with the other. By the time my walk was over, we had at least 3-4 inches.

Above is looking back toward the house and bridge on Clarks Valley Road...

These two are at the foot of Peter's Mountain as the creeks winds through the valley.

Mighty Poplars.

Tucked in under my umbrella!

When I finished my walk along the creek, I walked out into the field to visit my favorite Catalpa.

I made a pass back by the house to say hello to the chickens who don't seem to mind snow at all, even when it's collecting on their backs and getting in their eyes.

It was a beautiful day, the kind that makes your heart happy.