… or “icing the daffodil,” which is not nearly as poetic a phrase. Still, the flower doth speak for itself.

WHEN WINTER MEETS SPRING -- Although the wished-for snow day did not materialize, there was a short window between the first snowflakes and the obliterating rain where the sky's frozen lace clasped the petals of this daffodil. The flower was part of a cluster growing in a green space between the office and Coleman Creek.

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