“Spring”

There are many different types of snow. As I write this, it is almost May in Laramie, Wyoming, and it is snowing. This particular kind of snow doesn’t accumulate; it blows around in the awful howling wind and sweeps across asphalt like particles of sand. Perhaps due to the wind (blaming everything on the wind gives me some semblance, however false, of control), this snow doesn’t appear in flakes, but in little globs, like dippin’ dots.

But less colorful

Yesterday’s snow varied from huge, puffy wet flakes like locusts to our typical tiny, dry, sparkly flakes like crystals.

Backyard snow and courageous green grass

Backyard snow and courageous green grass

Dry flakes also blow around like sand, separated, but they are so small that they just barely catch the light before throwing it back at you, like fairy dust. Very cold fairy dust.

Wet snow, the kind that’s suitable for snowballs and igloos and snowmen, we almost never get. It’s just too dry here. That’s the pretty snow, with visible intricate flakes that people catch on their tongues and hold in their mittened hands.

I think my poor tulips are done for. The grass and other plants are convinced it’s spring though, and not just “spring.”

Go little guys, go!

Go little guys, go!

So now I’ve resorted to planting things inside. The weekend before last I finally found a fiddle leaf fig tree (say that five times fast!). They’re so beautiful!

Our living room is starting to come together!

Our living room is starting to come together. Yes, that pillow is made of mountains.

Such big, cheery leaves! That is why I keep it away from the windows. I’ve also got a few seedlings going, which I started last weekend before the onslaught of “spring” snow.

From L to R, that's zucchini, red russian kale, and sunflowers

From L to R, that’s zucchini, red russian kale, and sunflowers

But right now it’s snowing snotty little clumps, sideways. Like, literally sideways – parallel to the ground, no angle. It’s like watching a painfully unrelenting screensaver. I’m pretty sure this means I get to eat an extra piece of rhubarb crumb cake now. Here’s the recipe. You’re welcome.

Here’s to “spring,” or, as we like to call it in Wyoming, “Brrrrrr.”

 

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