The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
Clara Tice and the Forgotten Women of Dada: Queens of Rebellion in
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Even in the city you can smell spring and it gets you all restless and agitated...the cat is expressing it the only way it can....I find myself the same, in and out, in and out, exilerated and depressed...and the worst of it is that this is false spring...it will go and then come back. yikes.
and then before you get to get used to spring... it's mean hot summer.
Spring definitely arrived over the last couple of days. Pink, white, purple, green...I hope it lasts a while.
It's a little scary that we kind of skipped winter this year, but I'm always happy when spring is sprung!
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