One day it's winter, I'm lethargic, depressed, and the next day it's spring and I am bursting with energy and ideas. I'm sure that yesterday there were no buds on the trees.
I'm leaving today for a 3-day weekend in the Catskills
and when I return will these lilies of the valley be blooming?
Is spring the time of bell-shaped blossoms?
The gaudy scent of viburnum washes away the grays.
Everywhere I look there is something new.
Spring comes late to the Catskills too.
It's the same latitude as Boston, 250 miles west--almost a straight line as the crow flies, to our house in the woods. The 42nd parallel north also passes through Wyoming, Corsica, Albania, Kosovo, Mongolia, North Korea...
The 42nd Parallel is the name of a John Dos Passos novel, which I've never read, but now plan to do so. It sounds ambitious, passionate.
And the new kitchen is finished. It was a big project. I'm nervous. I'll report next week.
Enjoy your weekend--I hope spring has found you.