Two days of fat snowflakes flying past our warm windows. . . two mornings of waking to our little snowy village. . .
and brushing off the car before running errands. . .
Thinking that winter was over, and spring on the way. . . only for this surprise. . .
the surprise that catches us each year. . .
This is what Glenn used to call the onion snow. . . The last snowfall of the year. . . the one right before the onions were ready for the garden. . .
Loved his wisdom . . . And still remembering it. . .