I gaze out my library window and wonder if the poor dogwood attempting to bloom is as perplexed by this weather as I am. That thought brought me to this photo, of a woman who seems to have a sound approach to our daft weather, wearing a pretty floral dress with cozy tights and ankle boots. Indeed, on this particular evening, I saw quite a few women pairing booties with dresses. Only after I'd arrived home and settled in did I realize that the particular young lady above is also
this darling young woman.
Meanwhile, I'm put in mind of that line of verse, "
April is the cruellest month," which I always took to mean that April was a horrible, wanton tease. March, I must say, is seeming despicable...rather like an
investment scam....getting up one's hopes, then utterly leaving the eager believer out in the cold. Were I not a gentleman, I might pull on some ankle boots and kick March in the shins. There, I feel better just for saying it.
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