Outside my window there is a 7 foot snowbank covering my daffodil bulbs. I am hallucinating yellow with this digital painting but the scent of a roasting chicken is bringing me back to earth.
The blizzard seems to be ending. All records have been broken in my neck of the woods (outside Boston) but the thought of my bulbs underneath all of this and even protected from the below zero temps by these white mountains is the one blessing.
