When I was a kid in school every year on Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, right after Mardi Gras, they would troop us across the street to the parish church for the distribution of ashes. A solemn occasion that called for us to wear our Catholic hearts on our foreheads, if not our sleeves. This was in February and would usually have been preceded by, or would precede, a couple of snow days – grand days on which the school was closed due to an abundance of snow and the world was our oyster.
Currently in Costa Rica they are experiencing a sort of hybrid; many schools are closed on account of the ashes that are spewing from Volcano Turrialba. Below is a picture of Turrialba spitting its ashes into the air sent by my sister-in-law. Those ashes land and, somewhat like snow, have to be cleared from cars and any other flat surface. But unlike snow, the ashes don’t melt.
Call me a silly Canadian if you want, but I think I’ll take my chances with snow!!