The Return

To those that cried tears of sorrow when the last patch of snow vanished, only to sit anxiously wanting and waiting all summer long for its glorious return. Cursed be those horrendously long daylight hours that would bring such flamboyant, foolishly referred to by some as lush, multitude of so many bland shades of green. Often attempting to shrug off feelings of guilt, yet realize its requirement, one would wear shorts, sandals and tshirts but only out of the necessity to repel that horrendously temperate climate when spending weekends wading in mountain streams.

So, to celebrate the triumphant return of that fabulously long, cold, bleak . . . did I already say long, oh, and don't forget cold . . . endless nights of winter . . . I provide a photograph capturing the sad day of the last straggling tribute to the next season's beginning . . .

Please join in me praise to the next gloriously long 6 months (if we are lucky) before the dreadful return of, dare I say it - yuck -, summer.

April 13, 2006 - Last snow of the season