The possessions we shipped from Scotland in January are in the country but not yet in our new home. But the impulse to nest is strong, so today we picked up a few flowers to plant in the yard.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: Hazlitt Magazine’s Cavern of Secrets podcast.
Smacked down with a jagged little head-cold. Some bits from my phone, remnants of my desultory search for spring …
A mark on a lamppost.
A squadron of daffodils besieging the links.
A shrubbery unconvinced by spring’s opening argument.