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 19^th 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 17^th century English-American poet Anne Bradstreet declared, I must remind myself that, “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.”