It snowed a bit here this morning. Yet, the early grass, leaves and blossoms appear to be taking it in stride. It is not unusual for it to snow in April, and Nature in this area is not quelled by it. Delicate flowers and infant sprouts bend under the weight of damp snow, but do not die.
They seem to me to be saying, "I am here, and I will remain and grow no matter what you throw at me."