Spring snow is full of hope. I still don't like snow, but in the grand scheme of things...
This year has been a bad year. Not as bad as our dear friends back east have had to deal with. I know I should not complain. I will, but I shouldn't.
In the winter when it snows it piles higher and higher.
In the spring it can snow seven inches one day and the next you can see most of your grass. This makes me smile. It gives me hope.