Yesterday yummy. It got up to 63°, the sun shining, and a lovely blue sky. Unquestionably a perfect spring day. Those Daffodils definitely added to that perfection.

Today was quite a different story. At the crack of dawn the thermometer had fallen to 17°, and the trees were being violently whipped by high winds, as heavy snow plastered anything that got in its way.

By 8:00 am the power at our cabin had succumbed to the extreme weather. Fortunately the cabin has a helper, a generator. It exercises itself every week and is always ready to arrive like Mighty Mouse to save the day. The generator handles everything except the washer and dryer, and the heat pump and air conditioner. A benefit of having no power? A fire in the wood stove. Lovely.

Those Daffodils? The blizzard turned them into a heap of lemon yellow petals and icy white snow. Not to worry though. Daffodils are tough critters. They can take nearly anything that Mother Nature throws their way. By Monday, when temperatures are predicted to be up into the 60s again, they’ll be up and looking quite happy again.

And now, as I sit writing this blog post, the power has been restored, and I’m totally delighted with five inches of snow that has decorated my mountain, looking like someone has poured marshmallow fluff over everything.