Spring is my bliss. Today we have rain. Yesterday we had glorious sun and just-the-right-kind of breezes, making a harmony throughout my house: birdsong, billowing lace curtains, sun wending in to slant onto my wood floors. I was delighted, I can tell you. I cut some flowers off a bush whose name I don’t know and put them in a Mason jar on my lovely wooden mantle. Nearly clapped my hands with glee. It’s already true: this is the prettiest Spring in history.
Beauty is the answer to every last thing.