Last Saturday, spring was in the air. I left off my winter coat and went outside and enjoyed the unseasonably warm beauty of sunshine and blue skies. As the 19th century English poet William Morris expressed,
“Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that
Winter’s woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.”
Then on Sunday, it snowed. It snowed a lot.
Now, our region needs the snowpack for the coming summer and thus I am grateful for this snowstorm.
In the meantime, just as 17th century English-American poet Anne Bradstreet declared, I must remind myself that, “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.”