The Onion Snow came last night and rests now on plum blossom buds and daffodils. It weighs down the blooms of lungwort and though the new green grass insists it is spring, it does so under a layer of white. And the pussywillows, already blossomed out to sweet pollen laden catkins, find themselves wrapped in the late cloaking flurries.
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