I’m not a big fan of snow so the best thing about winter in New York City is the huge swell of gratitude I feel when the spring warblers start passing through and the early spring posies appear.
A few weeks ago, I had to look hard to find them. Now, thanks to the last few days of balmy weather, only a few sooty hillocks of snow remain to remind me of last month’s huge snowstorm and, as I ramble around the Central Park Ramble, lots of early spring flowers have popped up in generous clusters.
Last year I caught the snowdrops coming up through the snow. This year, the snow had melted by the time they appeared to spread good cheer and remind us that the winter is just about over. Everyone looks so relieved.
Sometimes I wish the snowdrops would straighten up, but that’s being greedy.