Zero summer

Winter afternoon, Creux du Van, Swiss Jura

 

"Now the hedgerow

Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom

Of snow, a bloom more sudden

Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,

Not in the scheme of generation.

Where is the summer, the unimaginable

Zero summer?"

 

- T S Eliot, Little Gidding

 

 

 

 

Done