He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993

Any proverbs about weather are doubly true during a storm. – Terri Guillemets, “The truth of weather,” 2006

[T]here has been a violent storm and rain…. This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1841 October 7th

It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. – Arthur Conan Doyle