” In winter I plot and plan. In spring I move” Henry Rollins
Can you feel the tickle of spring in the air? In New York City the snow seems( hopefully!) to have gone. When spring gets going, it’s off to the races! Rose bushes, Full! Air peppered with white apple petals. On every corner I see girls in printed dresses, dogs on leashes, babies in strollers, and men in suits out sunning themselves. Plants are perking up their little heads. As the sap in the trees starts to move, my own sap wakes up, and flows. All the ideas I have in my notebook jump off the page. In such a short time all the trees are clothed in colour, the blossoms lining the street like snow.