Monday, April 8, 2013

What season is it?


  1. A season of great beauty, growth and transition. Of life and birth, renewal and rejuvenation.

  2. Actually, I posted these this morning when it was snowing. I guess I was trying to hang on to spring, but I had appointments to keep, so I never posted the message. Well, it's sunny now, around 3:30 in the afternoon, and all is well. I was even thinking of posting Robert Frost's little poem, Dust of Snow, but I guess that won't be necessary now. The point is, the Larkspurs and Mourning Cloak butterflies have appeared.