Spring Snow Showers

Northern range of the Swiss Alps.

Last third of April–lots of spring flowers–violets going by–winter clothes put away–boom–spring snow showers.

 

Violas, violet, over oak.

 

Snow showers–normal April the locals say.

 

Snow flakes–dancing and jolly as if they are enjoying the joke.

 

The clues, the journey…

…just a bite…

Someone prepared for the journey…er…or a long trip…

…pearls…

…with, along the way to autumn…pearls of the woods.

And, it is never twice the same. Never.

Facials?

…or too much time…

I’ve got too much time on my hands—it’s the only way I can explain this stretched metaphor where the skin on one’s face and plant cover on the earth are equated.

If plants are the skin, the face of the earth, then…

…lay down, close your eyes…

The sky, the earth, the clouds and water combine to give the most unique of deep and revitalizing facial treatments to the plants.

…happy…

And afterwards…all are glowing…absolutely glorious…everyone is smiling!

Happy?

🙂