SNOW!

At last the snow from the snowstorm of sorts over the weekend is melting...

...but this is what it looked like Saturday...

...and Monday.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise;
March!

--Bayard Taylor, Victorian author, in poem "March".

It does come in like a lion, but let's hope it goes out like a lamb!

The still un-titled Cecily Birche is going along pretty well, but no bits to be posted. I did, however, get an extremely fascinating book called "The Oxford Dictionary of Word Origins" for my birthday this weekend, and I plan to post some of the entries...soon.