Spring

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of...snow. Young men love snow.

At least in Oxford.

The coming of Spring heralds momentous changes. Birds enthusiastically twitter. Flowers are in bloom such that you can't avoid the daffodils. Squirrels bound. And magnolia trees hold out branches full of promise and exquisite buds.

Winter with its cold and wet and dark and dank is gone. Now is the time for...well, snow.

At least in Oxford.

Yesterday there was a high wind and the snow was almost horizontal.


This morning it was gentle, silent, magical snow, cascading from the sky.

And we've had it verified: it is actual snow. Not enthusiastic frost. Snow.

We're a bit surprised. They don't do things this way in the colonies. We tend to schedule snow for winter. But it's a nice surprise nonetheless.

JMB & MDB