There is still a sense of Englishness in the air. Temperatures are hovering in the low 50's, with a penetrating chill. A pervading dampness remains from our last big rain over the weekend, which, had it been snow, would have been another major accumulation. As it was, it provided a boost for the germinating lushness that will soon arrive.
This is Spring Break week. I will have a chance to savor these small changes, and to be grateful for them.
I have faith that this will be a wondrous spring. All the conditions are right, barring any late hard freezes.
Faith is the progenitor of hope. And hope of change: hope of a new life for me, for our country, and for the world.
(These are miniature daffs,
only a few inches high, but no less lovely.
The rather weathered blade of lariope is for comparison.)