April is the cruellest? I vote for March. I took an amazing walk through the park just days ago. it was a balmy 70, EVERYONE was out and about. It's one of the things I love about New York. No one here needs to be told twice to go outside and play. So I took a tour around the reservoir. There, daffodils, there, trees just starting to bud.
People were bubbly, everyone taking pictures.
The sun achingly close, the light, such a tease of better days to come!
Today, hopes dashed. A cruel mess of snow, sleet, ice, misery.
At least there's work to be done. Good old healthy inside work.
the poet at her desk.
Scott Jacoby and I are tracking down a song....it's almost like CSI!
Oh, vintage LOVE.
There will be better days soon, right?
"petit a petit," my mother always says "l'oiseau fait son nid." I am gathering the means. Tracking down the stories, weaving the nest.