My mind is entirely blank, wiped clean by perpetually subzero temperatures. The bright sun mocks me: “Come play! Ha ha!” One step outside and any exposed skin shrivels up and falls off.
I used to peruse Botanica’s Annuals and Perennials every wintry night. The cheery pictures reminded me that, true to Tom Waits, “You can never hold back spring.”
Today, as I struggled with any thought at all, much less creative thought, I turned to my iPhoto repository. Here is pictorial proof of springs past:
Nest of robin chicks under the eve of our garden shed.
Poppies poppies poppies. Sedum in the background.
Dill and fennel volunteers.
Making friends.
Lilac, bleeding heart, crabapple blossoms.