Ice diamonds dripped down the neck of  the cherry tree this morning.

             And fresh snow formed a lace doily over the sedum’s head.                      

Each fence picket wore a perfectly squared-off cap of fluffy snow no Hollywood movie could ever hope to recreate.                                                                                  
Yet because the sun’s heat is still strong and the ground is still warm, this will all be gone by lunchtime as if it had never been.  Beauty doesn’t wait for us.  We have to stop and snatch it up, absorb it into our skin, and let it fill the spaces in our soul