If Winter Comes, Can Spring Be Far Behind?{9}

I thought the last line in Shelley’s  Ode to the West Wind, a fitting title and tribute to the contrast in seasons as viewed from my back porch; in essence, what we have to enjoy, and what we have to look forward to in the coming months.

Vashon snow covered maple

A bigleaf maple dons its winter white, December 22, 2008

Vashon bigleaf maple in a sea of bluebells

The same bigleaf maple trades snow-laden branches for sleeves of moss and the company of spring’s first bluebells.