the cruelest month

theres’s no doubt about it, march is the cruelest month.

thank you all for your feedback about what you would like to hear more or/less on i these daily missives. i will summarize it soon. but right now i must sit by the fire and stare at the embers for a few hours. we had visitors from france staying with us for 4 days, and i just dropped them off at the airport. they don’t speak english, so my brain is as fatigued as these winter stems. jusqu’à demain…

winter stems with snow