Spring is here and not nearly as gentle and quiet as I thought she would be and certainly not in her normal pastels. I think she stopped off at St. Tropez on the way here and after a rum drink or two she brought some new colors and some rather revealing silks that drift in the cool spring breeze. I feel just a little under dressed in my gardening sweats. Maybe I should get out the fine china for some tea? Or maybe she is expecting spiced rum?
Whoops...here comes some more wind!