My Voltairian thought for this holiday weekend:
If teaching the snowflakes is like gardening, then:
You painstakingly time the light in your beds.
You carefully research the right plants for that area.
You meticulously plan the aesthetics and the layout.
You accurately test the soil and plan your amendments.
You prepare all your materials and start digging your hole.
Only to discover that what's really down there is ....
Just a big fucking rock.