April 17, 2021
A terribly frustrating writing day, where I churned out 3000 completely useless words. I'm going to bed in disgust, but my bad mood won't last long. It is spring here, with snow yesterday and warm sun today, a juxtaposition that New England does with such endearing impertinence. The birds are twittering and the coltsfoot is up, turning the road shoulders bright yellow, and tomorrow is another day.
I have saved this particular picture for just this sort of a mood. Peter calls it "March," and while we’re more than two weeks over the line into April, it still seems to me a perfect representation of the giddy confusion of a working household coming to life in a Maine spring.
[Photo “March,” by Peter Ralston, whose contact info is in the notes, for those of you who have asked.]
Peter is here. If you stop in, say hi. He and his wife are both lovely: https://www.ralstongallery.com/