April is a few weeks into official spring. Wildflowers are starting to bloom. April snows arrived anyway.
The day was too warm for snow. The clouds were snow clouds.
What makes a cloud a snow cloud? It has that dark gray color yet is thin enough for the sun’s disk to be visible.
Still, the temperature rose from a chilly twenty-four to forty. Much too warm for snow.
The temperature began to drop, settling at thirty-five. Still too warm for snow. But the snow fell, an inch of it.
April snows are wet snows. The temperatures are too warm so the flakes are almost melting as they fall. The ground was still frozen, so the snow chilled and stayed.
April snows are pretty snows. Wet snows stick to things. It lines the branches. It forms patches on rough tree bark. It makes little hats on bushes and fence posts.
April snows are not welcome snows. Deer have been gorging on fresh spring grass, now buried.
Tree buds have been swelling. Leaves are impatient to spread out and catch warm rays from the spring sun.
Birds have been singing, marking out nesting territories. They now sit huddled on cold, snowy branches. The insects are hiding leaving many birds hungry. Others are mobbing the bird feeder.
Cold breezes don’t drift this snow. Instead the snow crusts over with an ice layer. The ground is slick. Walking is dangerous. The wind chill makes the air like a dose of ice water soaking through jackets and shirts.
April snows are best viewed from inside the house. Wood heat warms the rooms. Snow muffles sounds and chases traffic away.
April snows are nice to look at for a lazy afternoon. Then the snow needs to admit the day is too warm for snow. The April sun needs to remember it’s spring and make this snow a fading memory.
Some of the special times of an Ozark year are in Exploring the Ozark Hills.
My Ozark Home, a book of memories, photographs of my Ozark hills and haikus, will be released this fall.