"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall my buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world to be wonderful and youthful afterall."
--- T.S. Eliot
Ah, spring. You bring me daffodils crowned with warm sun and snow on the same day. Ticks in huge fat abundance and abundant fatty weeds ticking me off.
The need for hot tea in the morning, iced tea in the afternoon.
