a couple of weeks back, we spent an afternoon together at the cloisters. this particular day was a warm one wedged between two stretches of snow. march is funny like that -- what was it that dickens once said? march feels like summer in the sunshine and feels like winter in the shade?
and so we are living these lion & lamb days with quiet ceremony, passing in and out of weeks, taking shelter in the museums & galleries freckling manhattan, eyes ever peeled for sight of the first tiny buds -- of the first flowers brave enough to break through the earth.