Delighting in those first warm days of spring when Simon and I can work out in the "summer office." A little April sunshine can bring to light all those dark tales that have been burrowing into the brain through the winter.
The downside to spring is that I'm getting reacquainted with my seasonal allergies. I'm not sure if they really get a little worse each year, or if I forget in the winter cold just how bad they were last spring.
Still, a small price to pay for a season in paradise. I'll keep my eye-drops handy and enjoy the show.
The Laurel bloomed in the Wild Corner, just in time to catch the freeze Monday night. I met this one Monday afternoon while they were still hopeful. Is there any among us who cannot sympathize with a painful case of bad timing?
What we're reading at our house right now, Blood Moon, John Sedgwick's object lesson about how leaders consumed by their own personal hatreds render their nation easy prey. Non-fiction that reads like a novel, or like this morning's newsfeed.