[Magdalen] Awake

[Molly Wolf]

Somebody has invented the poetic word "snirt" for filthy leftover snow.  Our town has whole ramparts of snirt, and given the freezing temperatures, the stuff isn't going anywhere soon.

Cosmic sigh.

Molly

The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way. -- Mark Twain

> On Mar 23, 2015, at 2:52 PM, ME Michaud <michaudme at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> Much of the snow's gone hereabouts and the Weater Channel
> website says tree pollen is low, so the buds are swelling and
> beginning to break. Haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or
> a robin on the wing.
> 
> Passed what I thought was a construction site in Brighton
> today (near the former Coca-cola plant). Thought it was a
> twenty-acre forty-foot-tall dirt pile, but on closer inspection,
> waiting for the traffic light to change headed into Cambridge,
> I realized it was dirty snow. A snow farm.
> -M
> 
> 
> On Monday, March 23, 2015, Charles Wohlers <charles.wohlers at verizon.net>
> wrote:
> 
>> Still over a foot of snow up here in the frozen tundra.
>>