So said St. Louis native T. S. Elliott in the opening line of his monumental poem, The Waste Land. This city hasn't seen snow on Easter since 1940. It was in the forecast yesterday but what we got was ice, rice grain-sized particles covering everything. This is the scene just outside of chez Crowe late yesterday afternoon. The daffodils have been defeated, while my daughter's and wife's cars became encased.
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We are expecting 7 inches of snow today. Ugh! Incidentally, I posted part of Eliot's poem you cited on my FB page yesterday. Great minds!!
That rates as an April Fool's joke. We didn't get it, though we had the odd stray flake flying about yesterday afternoon.
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