Spring the sweet spring seems to have departed, like the nymphs...
But beneath a lowering sky the daffodils still dance (yes, they really do) in the chill wind.
Spring in the north is certainly a different experience from south of Rome.
The good thing about this climate is that is really encourages energetic activity -- I stride throught the city, pursuing shops that might sell the appropriate size of cup hooks, not to mention ink-jet cartridges for the printer.
And between the rushing round I sit with friends and tak, about -- well, everyting, and of course, age and loneliness and change.