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.