We weren't expecting this. I mean - of course we were, in the immediate sense of having read the weather forecast, but in the context of a late spring visit, in part to see our lilac bush blooming, in part celebration of Alice finishing teaching, in part quiet writing retreat for me (three million savage deadlines looming), it's been a surprise.
Rather than going into town, Alice was shoveling out the front path, and banging snow off the lilac bush;
and the lilac itself is looking very cold ...
and I was releasing the piñon tree branches from half a foot of snow, and pausing to admire the incongruous beauty of snow on cactus blossom ...
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