April is the cruellest month

This is what April 27th looks like here in Montreal. It has snowed all day and my poor hellebore has been dusted off twice. And this poor sweetie! Last fall I planted my first fritillaria and it was nicely surrounded by white scented narcissi, which I pulled out of the snow and are now gracing my den.
It is a fitting end to this month of funerals and grieving. My father, two friends, it's too much. All had lived well, my father to 90. But hard to let go.