Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
This has been quite a week. I am staggering into Thursday, hoping for a quiet, peaceful day. Something that feels the way these paintings look:
Spring at Point Pleasant
by Edward Willis Redfield
Panorama of Eze
by Gabriel Deschamps
"This Is The Garden:Colours Come And Go"