Hello friends. I'm reading a marvelous book, H is for Hawk, by Helen MacDonald.
It's "one part grief memoir, one part guide to raptors, and one part biography of T.H. White," (who wrote about falconry in The Goshawk before starting The Once and Future King). That quote is from this essay on the book in The New Yorker (please let me know if you can't access it).
Macdonald writes beautifully, and I am making myself read slowly,
to savor it.
I'm going somewhere warm and sunny this weekend,
and am so excited to see real flowers growing out of the ground
as my year is still covered with snow.
(I meant to write "yard" not "year" but will leave as is--
it seems apt.)
It's a bit early, but I wish you a happy Easter, Passover, and weekend
filled with your favorite combination of friends, family, food, flowers
(and of course books).