Thursday, March 20, 2025

Spring.

 




Botticelli's Primavera.





Dear Spring, 

Apologies, no one feels like dancing, because we are all so terrible at keeping the world beautiful.  Still, it is your first day, and I don't want you to feel like you are waiting on the platform for a welcome that never comes!  So, let me say, thanks for coming again, and please excuse the mess.