Most people I know hate winter. Especially snow. I’ve heard a lot of complaints in this April storm and wanted to share something. I took this picture this morning and was completely in love with the colors, and what it portrayed. To me it shows that despite every terrible pile of slush, there is a bright, happy little flower. In the midst of two days of awful there is still a little bit of beauty. And, if you look around, there really is beauty everywhere. I think that’s why snow doesn’t bother me so much. If it hadn’t snowed, I would have never gotten this picture.
