It’s so sad that snow causes problems because I think it is one of the most beautiful things in the world. We don’t really get much where I am, I’m not sure why. It is grey and brown most of the time and the bright snow makes life seem so much better in the winter. I love how quiet it is when it is snowing. I much prefer cold to humid heat. I don’t have to worry about driving in it----when I did, I was a nervous wreck. So I can understand the problem. I don’t mind the shoveling, unless it gets beyond what I can do. We do have a snowblower that my husband uses. I hate the noise.
We are having freezing rain predicted for this afternoon. I just canceled an appointment in Des Moines. It’s pretty much a certainty that you’ll get nowhere but in the ditch in that stuff. It’s pretty, though, when the ice forms a coating around every single thing—when the sun shines on it a certain way it looks like mercury has dripped down from the sky. Of course, if it’s too much then the boughs of the trees start breaking off from the weight, lines go down, and there are terrible problems.
Good luck everyone!
Yver, Vous N’estes Qu’un Vilain
Yver, vous n’estes qu’un vilain;
Esté est plaisant et gentil
En témoing de may et d’avril
Qui l’accompaignent soir et main.
Esté revet champs, bois et fleurs
De sa livrée de verdure
Et de maintes autres couleurs
Par l’ordonnance de nature.
Mais vous, Yver, trop estes plein
De nège, vent, pluye et grézil.
On vous deust banir en éxil.
Sans point flater je parle plein,
Yver, vous n’estes qu’un vilain.
[Winter, you’re naught but a rogue.
Summer is pleasant and kind,
as we see from May and April,
which accompany it evening and morn.
Summer, by nature’s order, clothes fields, woods and flowers
with its livery of green
and many other hues.
But you, Winter, are too full
of snow, wind, rain and sleet.
We must send you into exile.
I’m no flatterer and I speak my mind.
Winter, you’re naught but a rogue.]
Author: Charles, Duc d’Orléans (1394-1465)
Translation from French to English copyright © 2001 by Faith J. Cormier
We sang Claude Debussy’s a cappella Trois Chansons de Charles d’Orléans in my college chorus and Yver, Vous N’estes Qu’un Vilain is the last song:
Variation XXI Just Yver.
Canto Armonico Best, but takes forever to download (well, now it doesn’t seem to take a long time, I don’t know what the deal is). All three songs are sung, Yver is the last.
I guess I got a little carried away here, but one thing sort of led to another and once I finally found what I was looking for I just couldn’t not post it
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