Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
-- T.S. Eliot -- "Little Gidding"
I already posted a quote from the first movement of "Little Gidding". Leave it to Colorado to impishly reply with a reason to post more from that great work. I wouldn't be surprised if the unimaginable zero summer, when it did venture outside of Antarctica, teased a bit around the Front Range before returning to its home. Then again, winter never seems to have sure dominion here (300 annual days of sunshine and all that), so it's fitting that it gets to sneak up on us at odd times, and give us a smart blow.