Saturday, February 02, 2008
by John Updike
The sun rides higher
The sidewalk shoes
A snowstorm come,
And cars are stuck,
Though road salt flies
From the old town truck.
Grow plump on seed
That Mother pours
Where they can feed,
And snipping, snipping
To cut out hearts
Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
~William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. Don Pedro, in Much Ado About Nothing
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.
And of course, from Groundhog Day (1993)
Phil: You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.
Rita: Look at all these people. They sit around telling stories. Then they sing songs all morning.
Phil: Yeah, they're hicks, Rita!
How do you keep your spirits up in the bleak midwinter?
Encourage one another,
p.s. It's snowing again.