Mais où sont les neiges d’antan? But where are the snows of yesteryear? *
Pictures on television this morning of people in the Northeast digging out after the Blizzard of 2013 seem to call for this one showing the aftermath of the Blizzard of 1947. It’s not the only photograph ever posted here that I appear in, but it’s the first one ever from Long Island and the only one I didn’t take myself. You won’t see any native plants in this picture, but as I keep saying, variety is the species of life.
* The title of this post is the famous refrain of a ballade by the medieval French poet François Villon, with the English rendering of that refrain by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. You can read English and Old French versions of the poem, and learn more about it and its influence (even on an episode of Downton Abbey), in an informative article.
© 2013 Steven Schwartzman