Earlier this week, I woke up to a snow-covered lawn. Granted, it wasn’t as much snow as we received on spring break, but nonetheless, it is spring in Indiana, but you wouldn’t know it from the weather. As I drove to work, one of the local radio stations played the song, “Schizophrindiana.” This song describes what weather is like for us Hoosiers during the “spring.”
Since Mother Nature enjoys surprising us with snow during spring in Indiana, I thought I would recommend this short, but vivid poem, “Snowflakes” by Howard Nemerov.
Bonus: I also included the Schizophrindiana song too…you know you wanted to hear it.
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