Friday, April 1, 2011
How's your April springin'
Down South, the flowers are peeking, and the days are bright but raw and wet from the swales of cold Atlantic weather that are making the fields as green and slick as the shell of a grasshopper.
And Spring brings new clothes and new ideas and newness and newness.
Like a new haircut, or even a new pair of shoes.
Here's to you, and I'll be posting some verse for National Poetry Month, drafts, and perhaps mock up notes and sketches.
And speaking of the picture, can you guess which box would apply to me?