When I walked down to the river today there were birds of paradise clamouring to be photographed. Not the avian kind, but pretty just the same.
It is such a spring-feeling day that I was going to post an e.e. cummings poem, but then I realised I had already done so a couple of years ago. It is a day for optimism and also for being subjugated yet again by sunscreen.
I'll just finish by saying that I hope people also notice flowers that are not as glamorous and dramatic as birds of paradise, because I think they are every bit as nice.
purdy.