Song of Spring
It’s suddenly Spring. I, like many Chicagoans, am stumbling around pasty and shell-shocked, blinded by this gigantic alien orb in the sky. This handful of garden greens heralds as a kind of victory flag over this intensive winter. I’ve heard of massive defections from Chicago due to last winter and I’m fine with it. Fare thee well namby pambys! Go, begone!
I adore the drama of the seasons, the thrill of the first Festive Maxima peonies exploding in wonderous, unbridled and fragrant songs of spring! Do you have these in Tampa? Los Angeles? Hmmmm…….?