Since the last two posts, irrepressible (for me, anyway!) paeans to the glories of spring after surviving a withering winter, have been long, I thought this, our 40th (!), should provide some respite from all that reading. So here it, briefly, is, attended by no pictures, no poems by other magnificent minds, no lengthy explanations. Just right.
The proof of a thing’s being right is that it has power over the heart; that it excites us, wins us, or helps us.