Mother Nature surprised me this morning. With spring buds blooming, a soft snow cascaded down and rested on the delicate petals.
Winter and spring are duking it out. One reticent to leave. The other bursting to take the others place.
For me, snow fall is the most peaceful thing. A silence fills the world, and my internal clock slows.
And that is how I found myself in the kitchen with my daughter this morning. Forgetting the normal, frenzied morning routine. We giddily whipped up a batch of French toast drenched in maple syrup, and stared out the window at the giant, fluffy flakes of snow blanketing the world around us.
These are the moments I treasure.