As a child we used to sing the words “Whiter than snow, yes whiter than snow. Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.” And I always thought of the piles of dirty snow in spring. Yes, I knew what the songwriter meant. But my eight-year-old mind still automatically thought of dirty snow and how I did not think that “whiter than snow” was especially impressive. Couldn’t they at least have said “whiter than a freshly fallen snow” or something like that?
I am older now, but I still do not “know better”. My mind is rebellious. I Instinctively question poetical metaphors tossed my way. So many of them simply do not work for me. Alas. Maybe someday I will be that wonderful older woman who talks endlessly about “roses in December” and “sunsets”.
But for right now I am simply thrilled that the snow pile pictured above is gone. I took the picture less than a week ago. After last night’s rain, it is no more. That is a wonderful thing since the “snow” metaphor does not fit with my idea of Easter.
Happy Palm Sunday! Thank God the snow is gone!
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