“She lives the poetry she cannot write” Oscar Wilde
I have been working on a project for one of my sisters this morning…oh to be back in the warm, pacific sun right now. She recently bought a house and is looking for prints to hang. Going through my catalogue of images from last year reminds me of how tough this winter has actually been. Daffodils and crocus were beginning to push up from beneath the dirt by the first week of April last year. Not this year.