⎨Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?⎬
—Neltje Blanchan
. . . and it seems as if everyone were a little astonished by how quickly the month of may has arrived, bringing with it, all the promises of april; and a summery busy-ness has descended, even as sidewalk cafés and terraces are overflowing in the afternoon sun, and yet, the month itself, arrived quietly, imperceptibly, and in shades of palest pink . . .
