April is here and I am out and about...missed a few days.
Here are some words - not by me- about April:
from D.H. Lawrence:
from Rainer Maria Rilke:
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke