One of my favorite things about the first snow is the clash of seasons.
There are still plants growing, blooming, and living. They throw out bursts of color in the face of approaching winter, and I love the imagery of something persisting even when circumstances demand surrender.
How beautiful, too, that they know something the snow doesn’t.
‘Do your worst,’ they say. ‘Try to defeat us, knowing not that we but sleep, to awaken again in the glory of the sun God hath bestowed.’