17.08
Bredonborough.
The sun has been shining; the bitter cold of recent days has warmed somewhat. A sense that this is the first day of our year in the garden…
Appropriately, Althea Wynne’s Rite of Spring…
And the Boo Monster…
Lotsa books moving onto the new shelves. Order is beginning to exert its hold on the external mess within which my life takes place.
"Artistry repeats the unrepeatable."
