In honor of Spring, five days after the vernal equinox, we expect snow. The weather has gotten itself all turned around after a warm winter. It wants one more bite out of us. But home during spring break, I can watch the flakes while dancing with Darcy–well, not exactly dancing, more like drowning in words about Darcy (and the rest of Austen’s characters)–but you get the idea.
Sunflowers in honor of the (not yet) Spring, which soon, mr. e.e. cummings, will bring us its mud-lusciousness.