This week Blizzard Juno battered New England. The school where I work has only closed for snow three times in the last fifty years – and two of those closings were this week. Just under three feet of snow fell in the course of 24 hours. I expected that the French news would cover every detail of Stormzilla – but no! All they said was that the estimates of the anticipated snowfall in New York had not materialized. Humph.
Today there were blue skies, all the better to enjoy the sparkling mountains of snow. It reminded me of the French expression, après la pluie, le beau temps (ap-reh lah ploo-ee, luh bow tohm), which means “after the rain, the good weather.” The idea is that nothing is permanent, especially not our troubles. I’m glad that good weather follows snow, too.