“Fifty springs are little room”
The other day, while cross-country skiing through a winter wonderland, the trees all wearing coats of snow, the green pine branches laden down and chastely filtering the light, I kept thinking of a line from a favorite poem by A. E. Houseman:
“And since to look at things in bloom, fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go, to see the cherry hung with snow.”
There are a few weeks in May where some trees by Boarding House Park look as if they are covered in snow, perhaps they are a type of cherry, I don’t know. However, we don’t have to wait for spring! There are times when winter can redeem itself with beauty and getting out and seeing it is reward and compensation for living in this climate.
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