The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta April 10, 2010 2

Drifts of white on the springhouse roof: not fallen blossoms, but last night’s pellet snow. Tree creaks join the dawn chorus.

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caroline
15 years ago Permalink

Pellet snow here last night in the Black Hills too! No fallen blossoms here either.
1. Dave Bonta
  15 years ago Permalink
  
  I do have some fallen cherry blossoms on my porch, but most are still on the tree.

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