I don’t want to hear it. Snow in May isn’t the magical, sparkling thing it is in December. Yes, it’s good for the soil. Yes, it will melt. Yes, it’s fun for the kids, but the few snowmen that have rolled up here and there drip with irony and only encourage more snowfall. It’s best not to acknowledge them.
The one thing that distinguishes December snow from May snow is the green grass poking through underneath. It is a striking contrast, promising a quick recovery from a temporary setback. However, I refuse to unpack my boots, so no icy hills today. In my defense, I did not take my resistance quite as far as the guy I saw in shorts. His knees were weeping.