Until the sun climbed high enough for the melt to begin, from the north each spindly bare deciduous became a white splattered birch.
How much snow was there? I don't know—but it looked like a lot (for April!) to me.
White on white on black on white. A world without colour.
|Late snow in Wascana © SB|
|Damp weight on the trees - but only for a day. © SB|
|Snow. Winter - go! © SB|