Several times this past winter Nancy had deep snow all around her house. It's hard to imagine all that snow now that spring is here. She has rabbits and robins and redbirds singing and hopping all over the place. And her flowers are beautiful. The dogwood trees survived being bend and broken. How could I not think about e. e. cmmings poem about spring. (You may click on images to see them larger.)
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

e.e.cummings