So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

hemingway says...

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.


from A Moveable Feast.  it's time for my annual re-read.  

and it's time for Spring. not Summer.  just Spring, please.


 

1 comment:

Colleen said...

Yes, whatever happened to spring? I blame Al Gore.