A long, wavelike ridge of snow . . . formed by the wind: Sastruga, a word of Russian origin.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing if it doesn’t lie across the path you’ll have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
James Thomson’s “Winter” from The Season portrays drifts as “one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide / The works of man.”
Snow So Pure
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, # 497 Invocation
Snow So Fun
[to] mimic in slow structures, stone by stone / The frolic architecture of the snow. – from Emerson, The Snow-Storm
Snow Plow: Carving Out the Road Again
A smooth white mound the brush pile showed, / A fenceless drift that once was road ~ from Whittier’s Snow Bound: A Winter Idyll
Snow in Childhood . . . Never Ends
William Matthews in “Spring Snow” depicts a place where “childhood doesn’t end / but accumulates” and memories . . . disperse “in flecks, like dust, like flour, like snow.”
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood. – Andy Goldsworthy
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New fallen snow is exquisite. But practical difficulties persist as snow lingers: messy cleanup, re-frozen slush, slick sidewalks.
Did you throw snowballs during recess at school? Help make an igloo? Snow memories welcome here.
Coming next: 5 Lessons Learned from a Birthday Cake