The view out my window this morning:
The whiplash spring of the Colorado Front Range is in full force. A couple days ago it was nearly 70F, with violets and crocuses peeping through the grass, but just a day or two before that, Boulder looked like this:
The thing about our spring snows is that they disappear so fast. In a couple of days even the foot that fell last night will be gone. Just in time for the next dump, which I hear is coming over the weekend.
Update Friday, March 26: A link to this post appears at SkyWatch Friday. Go there to enjoy photos of the sky this week from around the world.
I was hiking high on a ridge in the Foothills yesterday when the rain turned to snow, and everything went from soft to silent. I love that. Now the trees in our meadow hold the Great Silence in the deep whiteness of their branches.
I was out walking with Bodhi during the same time! The pitter-patter of raindrops on my coat turned to the plop-plop of huge snowflakes.
Amazing. It’s been a very long winter this year.
Oh the joys of schitzophrenic Colorado weather! Beautiful pictures. Our son –who lives in Boulder County– called yesterday to say that the wet snow was sticking to the LED street lights, making his commute interesting as everybody tried to guess whether the lights were green or red. So be careful out there ;>)
We love our visits to CO, though we always hope for no snow unless we drive up to it!
What tremendous swings in your weather. At least you got some blue skies with it.