Pretty spring morning

“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

This spring April hasn’t meant much in the realm of ‘change of season’ and anytime can be a beginning.

Sunshine on the new fallen snow, hahaha, more new snow at Wester Ave. in Wisconsin. But it was very pretty and felt kind of springlike this morning mostly because of the bird song and sunlight. Cardinals flashing red in the maple treetops singing their own praise. Mourning doves surprisingly loud and hairy woodpeckers adding the jungle-like squeaks and echoing tree drumming.

“It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: ‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress – what did I know – until now?”
Unica Zürn


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