Wednesday, December 08, 2010


                     "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
Zero summer?"

from Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot


Conrad DiDiodato said...


I was asking myself that question ("Where is the summer..?") when I was jogging this morning:))

Irina said...

Hello Conrad:

I think the question may still be unanswered till about May or so...:o)..

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