Death to Winter

On something new which has not quite started.

It’s April now, but I feel as though I am still living in March. This feeling: “It hasn’t been put to use yet, but I feel I am moving toward something new which has not quite started.”

This time of year, my lust for a new season is well-documented:

I buy winter tulips for outrageous prices and position them on top of the wood stove like an art installatio…