What season is this anyway?

A couple of days ago, I was snapping sunny photos to do a post on the arrival of spring.  After all, the daffodils were filling out, getting ready to show their cheerful yellow faces:

And the fish were flipping in the bay, followed by otters and seals  looking for lunch:

The seagulls were sunning, the heron was fishing, the boats were sailing, and the sky was blue.

Spring usually arrives by mid February on the island.  The annual flower count in Victoria, an hour south of here, starts Tuesday.

Then this morning, we awoke to this:

Old Woman Winter
Walks through Crofton

and this:

Shiloh didn't care - she'll go for a walk in any weather.

And Eddie didn't care - at least, not once I persuaded him to come out of his crate to put his coat on:

Mitzi was another story - she took one look at the white stuff and raced back to the armchair:

Are you friggin' kidding me?
Do I look like a Bernese Mountain Dog to you?

So I had to pretend she was outside playing with us:

Snow dog 

But never mind, Mitzi, spring is just around the corner still:

Those flowers will be blooming in no time.