Winter has come back, but in a spring way.

Yesterday morning was grey and cool, as I discovered when I walked L’s sister and her husband to their vehicle after they stopped in for a quick hello. Shoulda worn a jacket.

Before long, there was a snow flurry that lasted all of 15 minutes, with monstrous wet flakes.

[In front of these trees, right on the corner, is where I’ll probably dig a flower bed and plant deep-pink cosmos.]

By evening, there had been two or three more such “flash” flurries, and snow had settled thickly on the trees and buildings. Yet even in the midst of the snowfalls, water kept running, running, running from the spout above the deck.

From the kitchen window, in between little blizzards, I could see two brown-speckled grouse picking their hesitant way through the bush between our house and South Forks.

This is how things looked an hour ago, as the boys went out to catch the schoolbus.