Don't Like the Weather? Wait a Bit...

We awoke Sunday morning to a fluffy layer of snow . . .

It weighed down the forsythia. . .
 Frosted the trees . . .

As far as we could see . . . winter.

But even as I took those snowy pictures, there was a steady drip-drip-drip and by midday spring had returned.
 By four, there was no snow to be seen except far away on the highest peaks of the Blue Ridge . . . The weeping willow and the star magnolia were unharmed. . . And the daffodils lifted their heads once again.