Today and yesterday the weather here in the Shire
has been reminiscent of spring.
Warm and lovely, sunny and bright.
And I'm glad it's been warm
if for no other reason than the temperatures
finally reached a level of heat sufficient to melt a very stubborn patch of snow.
First fallen from January 21 through the 23rd,
reinforced by snow from February,
this little bank of snow swept itself up against our Asian jasmine
and dug in for the long haul: almost a month.
While other snow banks and piles melted away,
our little patch of snow stayed and stayed.
It's somewhat reminiscent of Robert Frost's poem,
"A Patch of Old Snow":
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten --
If I ever read it.
At least our little patch of old snow stayed clean and white for its duration.