. . . despite the perfectly wonderful warm temperatures lately, the sunny mornings and rather balmy breezes, even while the days are slowly, slowly getting longer minute by minute, every year, around this time, there is the longing for the fountains to be open once again, and for leaves and boxwood hedges, for blades of grass, and shades of green, stretching into forever . . .
[as always, many more beautiful things below] x
