As winter comes I am reminded of a very snowy end of term in about 1982 or 3 when there were heavy drifts all over the Heath and the school closed early for fear that we would otherwise be snowed in for Easter.
He gives snow like wool; He scatters hoarfrost like ashes. He casts forth His ice like morsels; who can stand before His cold? He sends forth His word, and melts them; He makes His wind blow, and the waters flow Psalm 147: 16-18
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