Opening the front door this morning revealed a big, chilly surprise.
Snow enveloped the car and covered the sidewalk leading to it.
A huge tree, across from the apartment, looked like a gargantuan winter painting.
Its bare branches held thick layers of icy snow.
Where are the perky, yellow daffodils?
Where are the bright red tulips?
Where are the pale lavender-bluish crocuses?
All are ladies-in-waiting.
Farmers markets, filled with fresh produce, including early asparagus, will also have to wait to open.
Long sigh.
Hopefully, one week from Sunday, on Easter Sunday, people in western Massachusetts will NOT be singing "Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the snowy bunny tail!"
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