There is a popular saying in Missouri. If you don't like the weather, wait, it is bound to change. The prediction was most appropriate the first day of spring 2016, which kicked off the new season with large snowflakes covering my one-acre hillside garden.
The snow was lovely blanketing my daffodils and flowering compact dwarf fruit trees. My compact dwarf apricot trees at the entrance to my herb garden were in full pink bloom, a startling contrast against the large white flakes.
I turned away from my windows long enough to make my breakfast of oatmeal and tea. By the time I settled back into my window seat, the snow was gone. For a second, I honestly thought I had dreamt it.