In case of snow

Take one poem and call me in the morning

Loveliest of Trees
A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now of my three score years and ten,
twenty will not come again.
And take from seventy years a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom,
Fifty Springs is little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

The trees aren't in bloom here just yet, but the crocuses are. There's a house on Fairmount, that has a lawn planted all over with purple crocuses. A shame it rained all over it today, because it's about at it's peak of purple bloom, and I heard some noise about snow on the way. Spring in Cleveland, what would we do without more snow?