I’m sick of the snow. It has been a long, hard winter and of course it had some beautiful moments. The world covered in white is pretty, and evokes thoughts of purity, calm, timelessness and all that good stuff. I got a couple of good poems out of it.
But, as the cycle of melt and freeze continued, we wound up with patches of slick ice, snow drifts covered in dirt and little rocks, and even the long expanses of pristine white were dotted with dog turds, because a lot of people seemed to think they had a pass, a moratorium from cleaning up after their dogs for the duration of the snow.
Then, it all finally melted away and I rejoiced. 2 days ago it was completely gone and I was wondering how long it would be until the first green buds appeared on the trees and the first dandelions would poke up from the ground.
Then the snow came back. The first snow of the season is always beautiful, surprising, even inspirational. This snow after it was supposed to be all gone is just irritating. It’s like the bad guy who is supposed to be dead in all of the action adventure movies who suddenly jumps up with a knife and needs to be killed all over again. It’s like the little kids in the back seat who ask the same stupid question over and over and over again. It’s like a bad cold that won’t go away. Unless you are a die-hard winter sports fanatic, there is nothing at all even slightly pleasant about an unexpected spring snow.
I comfort myself with the thought that it is early in March, the month which is entitled to come in like a lion but which, ancient wisdom assures us, must go out like a lamb. This snow will not last as long as the last lot. On the first seriously warm day (perhaps today, the sky is blue and I can already see a bit of melting) it will be gone. Within a week or two, we will see hard buds with a slice of green at the edge, as promising as a slit skirt, appearing on the trees and bushes. Within a week or two of that, the lawns will be covered by dandelions.
Of course, my predictions with regard to the weather should be considered with the same grain of salt as my political predictions, and for the same reason: my track record is well under 100%.
Still, I am optimistic. Summer in this green and fertile land of forests, lakes and rivers is exceptionally pretty and pleasant. I’m predicting serious springiness within 3 weeks. If it takes 5 or 6 weeks, no matter. It’s still coming.
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