in like a lion

Yesterday I did the late winter cleanup: cut back the grasses, cut down the sedums, pruned and trained the roses. I cut the clematis down to a foot tall -- I just didn't feel like fiddling around with the brittle stems, and I don't mind if it blooms a little later.

And then I woke to a real snowstorm. Excellent. As I watched I thought how rare it is to see bright unadulterated white. In the same way that hardly anything is as purely blue as a blue sky hardly anything is as purely white as snow.